wesat city of angels

March 06, 2022

peach & honey in the air. ice-cream cones on the pavement, windows flung wide-open, an orchard of apricot trees with wind-chime breeze through the leaves & branches shimmering with heat haze. there's a timeless oil-painting or polaroid-worn-away-at-the-edges kind of beauty about this dream, & you, paint-spattered camera-flash on your skin, you, & you, & you. i want to live like this forever. always reaching for each other and never quite touching. light bathing the marble-skin of your back, muscles rippling the way the river flows, softly, urgent. call it love, call it anything you want. in this life, it starts raining the second we say each other's names / in the next, the world stops breathing right before we kiss for the first time / in another, we jump into the river at dawn and never come up for air.

the sassiest, wesat 🤩