Practicing His Name

I practice Your name in my mouth—my heart ajar, You whisper through it, setting me gently ablaze.

Magic Never Disappeared

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.