Petals, Rain, and Presence

Rose petals for breakfast, and rain showers, my new beauty regimen.

Dove-Grey Joy

Clouds, their condensation water streaking from the sky, dripping ecstatic lullabies across the grace of nature and my face.

Heat—flame starts between my shoulder blades, spreading into wings that cinder and spark. The bell of my soul rings, awake.

I have never felt so completely, I am Woman— until His presence revealed me true.