My heart has risen.
Passion, embodiment, and divine desire.
My heart has risen.
My cells emoting something primal and innately soul.
A flame across my tongue burns, cleanses, grounds in acidic course.
We are the alive bell tower, inspiration’s vessel ringing true.
The elements I need to burn bright my soul.
Entrance my soul from sleep into being.
Christ kisses our lips every time we take in air.
Sounds of breath meet love.
Words in volumes of flame burned from their hearts.
Spices romance over flames mingling, spitting sweat in their chemistry.