Rose petals for breakfast, and rain showers, my new beauty regimen.
Rose petals for breakfast, and rain showers, my new beauty regimen.
The taste of You: cedar and salt.
My vow to You is cosmic.
I am all of me—refractions of light joined, the center of the wheel, healing every spoke of my soul.
Intentional and slow is best.
I lost my fucking identity a million times before this one. I’m well-versed
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 practice Your name in my mouth—my heart ajar, You whisper through it, setting me gently ablaze.
Little stars wash the sky over—Her spine, bridge-of-lights—eyes climb.
There is vast containment in His embrace, while I explore all relation within it.