I am all of me—refractions of light joined, the center of the wheel, healing every spoke of my soul.
I am all of me—refractions of light joined, the center of the wheel, healing every spoke of my soul.
Clouds, their condensation water streaking from the sky, dripping ecstatic lullabies across the grace of nature and my face.
Kiss-drunk. I lean into mouth and lungs— heart to heart, chests thrumming a song to each other’s want.
Down my body I spill open—torrents of light and sound.
My feet crescendo with the rain.
A flip of the switch and I light up from under shame.
Intentional and slow is best.
He has taken my heart’s desires and my experiences— my prayers— and spun them out into surprising gold.
I lost my fucking identity a million times before this one. I’m well-versed
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.