I only know He goes down with me and I never worry that He’ll drown.
I only know He goes down with me and I never worry that He’ll drown.
The tension leaves my body. I fold into His warmth.
The symmetry between us— magnetic.
As soon as Your name is on my lips, with every breath I draw nearer to You.
The taste of You: cedar and salt.
My every scar, wound, tear serves His sacrament.
A moth appears with illumined wing tips— her wings significant lights that glow— Acceptance.
Clear nectar follows the midrib of leaf to tip, spilling over… I wash — flooding sweet.
A flip of the switch and I light up from under shame.
Intentional and slow is best.