As soon as Your name is on my lips, with every breath I draw nearer to You.
Tag: Union
Pearlescent Grace
The taste of You: cedar and salt.
He Makes Poetry of Me
Clear nectar follows the midrib of leaf to tip, spilling over… I wash — flooding sweet.
Molting Roses, Living Fire
I come to You—broken, bruised roses, molting, disheveled. A vessel of love for You, at the turning point of our song.
Intimate Flame: Ritual Playlist
A ritual playlist moving from invocation to desire, into union, and finally gentle release.
Moonlight Spiritus 