Today I am animal-holy.
Threshold writings, what’s glimpsed between worlds when silence opens.
Today I am animal-holy.
The taste of You: cedar and salt.
Down my back, I spill open— luscious electric impulses, compulsions in love.
When the air turns electric and the veil thins, beauty takes a darker bloom, no screams, no chainsaws, just the slow burn of imagination and the shiver of inspiration.
You embody the ley line—ancient, from another time.
There is vast containment in His embrace, while I explore all relation within it.
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.
There have been imposters of us both. Until— I saw you. I felt you. And I just knew.
Queen of the Night tulips—black silk, warmed against my lips.