Symmetry Between Us

The symmetry between us— magnetic.

Sparkling Night, Haloed

As soon as Your name is on my lips, with every breath I draw nearer to You.

Down my body I spill open—torrents of light and sound.

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.

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.

He keeps me, meets me on the other side of pleasure and pain, loving every small gain of my heart.

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

White flames of desire lick my soul into motion— a knowing from long ago.

His finger trails from my chin to my collarbone, to heart. My armor sheds in His presence, and I cannot pretend Love isn’t my foundation.

A child’s prayer grows into touch, healing, and freedom— until the heart shatters into a hail of sparks, wings untethered, cageless.