The taste of You: cedar and salt.
The taste of You: cedar and salt.
My vow to You is cosmic.
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.
I am all of me—refractions of light joined, the center of the wheel, healing every spoke of my soul.
Clouds, their condensation water streaking from the sky, dripping ecstatic lullabies across the grace of nature and my face.
Kiss-drunk. I lean into mouth and lungs— heart to heart, chests thrumming a song to each other’s want.
Down my body I spill open—torrents of light and sound.
My feet crescendo with the rain.