The cold water slides down my body, chilling me from the outside, teaching me I’m a furnace within.
The cold water slides down my body, chilling me from the outside, teaching me I’m a furnace within.
Today I am animal-holy.
The taste of You: cedar and salt.
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.
Down my body I spill open—torrents of light and sound.
My feet crescendo with the rain.
Intentional and slow is best.
I lost my fucking identity a million times before this one. I’m well-versed
He keeps me, meets me on the other side of pleasure and pain, loving every small gain of my heart.