His words trickled drunken down me, sweet poison meant, working through my nervous system in ways both calming and shocking.
His words trickled drunken down me, sweet poison meant, working through my nervous system in ways both calming and shocking.
She touches my mind— the sacred cocoon formed of sweet wishes. She initiates my liquid metamorphosis.
I will lift you and tether you to me — honeydew-sweet, familiar and foreign.
My spine unfurled— a flower, too.
Suckling the marrow from Your earth.
He’s got my world in His hands.
My hands pulsed with the life of the workings, layer by layer unraveling.
Burn me alive, Dear Loki.
His delicate touch— no force, only quiet, unwavering presence. I am filled with His love, surrendered.
Tangled in your roots, my love, I find the freedom to be.