I learn to speak.
Transformation, shadow work, and rebirth.
I learn to speak.
The arrival of newness burned into me— an experience worth learning and growing in.
Tears form—liquid fire, devotion heart exposed.
Floral, fresh petals fold out fiery, flaming flesh.
Tongue sopping in ecstasy, throat slick, lungs emit— glistening, liberated inauguration.
Fire reaches temperature just above my ears.
I flame inside, holding all I’m given. Spilling nothing.
Truth revealed by the rub, heat blossoms, scent rising.
Spices romance over flames mingling, spitting sweat in their chemistry.
The oil slides into the pan, pooling, spreading, heat-entranced.