Currents flood my body—truth under the full moon.
Currents flood my body—truth under the full moon.
She touches my mind— the sacred cocoon formed of sweet wishes. She initiates my liquid metamorphosis.
I need You—my sweetest flame, my breath of truth—undoing fear and igniting devotion.
I will lift you and tether you to me — honeydew-sweet, familiar and foreign.
My spine unfurled— a flower, too.
My veins light up stars inside as His clever tongue lifts me—grounded in His love.
I come to You—broken, bruised roses, molting, disheveled. A vessel of love for You, at the turning point of our song.
Burn me alive, Dear Loki.
A ritual playlist moving from invocation to desire, into union, and finally gentle release.
His delicate touch— no force, only quiet, unwavering presence. I am filled with His love, surrendered.