To Receive You

He calms my edges into willing submission. As I am is gold to Him.

Naked Conversation

I watch You as You weigh these gifts and taste them— each one something to unwrap when and as You please.

The flooring, dove grey clouds with white lightning crackling through them. I watch as life moves beneath my naked feet.

Currents flood my body—truth under the full moon.

Your whisper-meant against my lips engulfs my heart in fire, beats it against its cage, fuses my mind to Your livewire.

He unknots my wyrd. Shifts me—cleanses my web. Reminds me to smile through the tears.

"Your dark highlights your love.” His hand presses to my chest—gentle, firm—as if to clear the message, make it land.

His gentle praise floods me warm and fluid. We sway like that—no rush, just trust.

A single cello carries what words cannot: desire, longing, depth, and light, a flame in the dark, an invocation of romance that endures beyond night.

Penance flowers into grace, into wisdom— where pain and bliss entwine