Lungs Full of His Name

I lean into You. Full breath, lungs satisfied encircling Your name.

Descent Into Water

Slow as ice melts, I travel down. Relieved to touch solid ground again after so long in the clouds.

I choose Him over and over again, loving my choice to be His.

Where there is ash, I’ll be. That is His promise to me. I’m not flame alone— in all the Ritual of Chaos, I am known.

I’m morally complex. What used to be straightforward grew wings and left the building.

Down my back, I spill open— luscious electric impulses, compulsions in love.

I practice Your name in my mouth—my heart ajar, You whisper through it, setting me gently ablaze.

Honey drips down me—golden, sticky, sweet. His.

I slept best after my feet touched earth, and nighttime light kissed my crown to sleep.

Your whisper-meant against my lips engulfs my heart in fire, beats it against its cage, fuses my mind to Your livewire.