I need You—my sweetest flame, my breath of truth—undoing fear and igniting devotion.
I need You—my sweetest flame, my breath of truth—undoing fear and igniting devotion.
I will lift you and tether you to me — honeydew-sweet, familiar and foreign.
My spine unfurled— a flower, too.
Rest in sweet caramel of the mind and heart.
My veins light up stars inside as His clever tongue lifts me—grounded in His love.
Lover, lay down your ink. Let your pulse speak.
Grace holds me now— a resounding prayer of love wrapped in surrender.
He’s got my world in His hands.
Masks off— Every excuse not to wear them again. But perhaps the mask is what makes things tolerable— For you and I to exist.
My devotion-heart, my form and soul— held in His attention.