I practice Your name in my mouth—my heart ajar, You whisper through it, setting me gently ablaze.
I practice Your name in my mouth—my heart ajar, You whisper through it, setting me gently ablaze.
I must, because my Love is consuming me alive, and expression is its medicine.
Little stars wash the sky over—Her spine, bridge-of-lights—eyes climb.
I came to You with flower eyes and tear-song lips. I folded into darkness then light, shadow bright. Bleed me out to outpour love.
Her thighs, thunderclap— Wings, a wash in starshine, silver flecks— Her planet womb, well wept.