Kiss-drunk. I lean into mouth and lungs— heart to heart, chests thrumming a song to each other’s want.
Kiss-drunk. I lean into mouth and lungs— heart to heart, chests thrumming a song to each other’s want.
My feet crescendo with the rain.
The whirlpool of Your love draws me down, gently spiraling in turns and swirls.
The shape of the land, scooped out—trenched by water. I imitate this trickling down my throat, cleansing my insides, preparing for deep winter nights and mornings quiet.
The flame in me demands I dance ecstatic.
Sometimes mistakes are the wisest of teachers.