A pulp of heart, lungs, and memory, reshaped as love.
The meeting of spirit and matter, self and divine, intimacy through wholeness.
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 tension leaves my body. I fold into His warmth.
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.
The taste of You: cedar and salt.
My vow to You is cosmic.
My every scar, wound, tear serves His sacrament.