The Gift of Presence

I don’t bring perfection.

Just presence.

Bare.

Honest.

The kind you feel in your body

before you even think.

Your breath.

My warmth.

A room that hums with possibility.

Love like curiosity—

opening,

blooming,

slow.

This is my gift:

to meet you here,

skin to soul,

in the space where time dissolves.