Wings of Kindness

Heat—flame starts between my shoulder blades, spreading into wings that cinder and spark. The bell of my soul rings, awake.

The Madness of Need

Every past wound, and the sword I keep near them, are but pinpricks compared to how You ruin me, and fill me Yours.

Penance flowers into grace, into wisdom— where pain and bliss entwine

I have never felt so completely, I am Woman— until His presence revealed me true.

I need You—my sweetest flame, my breath of truth—undoing fear and igniting devotion.

Eclipse me a little — just a touch, slow and coy, not too quick.

My veins light up stars inside as His clever tongue lifts me—grounded in His love.

Gold in my hair, consumed in my breath, gold seeping into my skin and glittering my jacket.

Candles flicker all around us. A room made hallowed ground. We meet where no one else goes— His provision, my wish.

I am the chopped wood I carry, and He is the flame that consumes me whole— to ash and coal, reborn.