The depths that held me clean and close now suckle at my feet.
The depths that held me clean and close now suckle at my feet.
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.
The taste of You: cedar and salt.
My vow to You is cosmic.
My every scar, wound, tear serves His sacrament.
A moth appears with illumined wing tips— her wings significant lights that glow— Acceptance.
Clear nectar follows the midrib of leaf to tip, spilling over… I wash — flooding sweet.