Sounds of breath meet love.
Offerings, prayers, and love poems for the Gods.
Sounds of breath meet love.
The dark, once thought empty, brightens—lanterns a blur, softened exquisite.
We turn a fiery grave into God loving star.
Embarrassment raws my cheeks. Head down— not too proud.
White fire traces my mind and relieves my heart its red—baptism. Pour your religion over me once again.
“Mine” said in pinched red crescents.
Soft golden ivory’s kiss— Her soul laid out on a bed framed in skeleton.
Eerie romance, three nights’ delight—when worlds lean close we kiss through candlelight.
Scent in. Core to seed to threads to meat. Empty and fill with light.
The pulse—finding more channels to create from.