A pulp of heart, lungs, and memory, reshaped as love.
Where emotion meets spirit, reflections that surface from the deep.
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 symmetry between us— magnetic.
Heart in my throat— thick as a globe of light rising up to speak
Blood itself is a jewel of garnet wisdom—
The scales fall, flaking from my skin, revealing a pinking softness beneath.
The taste of You: cedar and salt.
My every scar, wound, tear serves His sacrament.