Season of My Rise

Kiss-drunk. I lean into mouth and lungs— heart to heart, chests thrumming a song to each other’s want.

Where Angel Wings Dry

My angel wings put up a minute and halo hung to dry out from all the tears I’ve spent waiting for this kind of love to meet me halfway.

His words trickled drunken down me, sweet poison meant, working through my nervous system in ways both calming and shocking.

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

I tumble over—rapture of overflow, no boundary to keep me composed. Tears quake me wide awake, raw, vulnerable.

Suckling the marrow from Your earth.

My veins light up stars inside as His clever tongue lifts me—grounded in His love.

Songs that penetrate the heart like flame, raw and vulnerable.

Lover, lay down your ink. Let your pulse speak.

Don’t let this dull your tenderness. You still deserve love returned.