Splintered wood crackled and popped.
Passion, embodiment, and divine desire.
Splintered wood crackled and popped.
Flame touched the sky with licks of worship.
I am fevered of His love.
Salt thrown outward— a cast over fire.
Kissing everything with blessing.
Drawn close, pulled into it—curious of the spark.
I drank the oil like a wick, its purity touching my tongue—a tempered burn I welcomed.
The mountain campfire spat and sparkled, needing no ghost stories— with the wild creeping in on soft paws, keen-eyed and glowing.
Petals in flame, worn, pressed to the endless womb.
Spilling a lover’s secrets all over canvas stretched taut.