A pulp of heart, lungs, and memory, reshaped as love.
A pulp of heart, lungs, and memory, reshaped as love.
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.
My skin sings alive with the air this twilight.
Heart in my throat— thick as a globe of light rising up to speak
Blood itself is a jewel of garnet wisdom—
A cosmic turn, and I let die my nun effects. Oh, how I loved them. Can I balance in both shadow and Light? Time will tell.
I must, because my Love is consuming me alive, and expression is its medicine.