A pulp of heart, lungs, and memory, reshaped as love.
A pulp of heart, lungs, and memory, reshaped as love.
I only know He goes down with me and I never worry that He’ll drown.
The depths that held me clean and close now suckle at my feet.
The tension leaves my body. I fold into His warmth.
The cold water slides down my body, chilling me from the outside, teaching me I’m a furnace within.
Rose petals for breakfast, and rain showers, my new beauty regimen.
The symmetry between us— magnetic.
As soon as Your name is on my lips, with every breath I draw nearer to You.
My skin sings alive with the air this twilight.
Heart in my throat— thick as a globe of light rising up to speak