Splintered wood crackled and popped.
Endings, loss, and the beauty found in ruin.
Splintered wood crackled and popped.
The creative heat between your wings, burning up, consuming the air—
The mountain campfire spat and sparkled, needing no ghost stories— with the wild creeping in on soft paws, keen-eyed and glowing.
Spilling a lover’s secrets all over canvas stretched taut.
In the dark, send out sparks I can swallow whole and globe with— an orb of livewire.
Born of desire and the certainty of my needs.
An eternal ache resounds in the rest after love is made.
Oil-rich black sleek—cast of iron, salt scoured and seasoned. The fat of the land goldens your work and contribution.
A flame across my tongue burns, cleanses, grounds in acidic course.
Tongue sopping in ecstasy, throat slick, lungs emit— glistening, liberated inauguration.