I color fire-engine red, ink-well black, and—oh my stars—sharp with light.
I color fire-engine red, ink-well black, and—oh my stars—sharp with light.
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.
Petals in flame, worn, pressed to the endless womb.
Spilling a lover’s secrets all over canvas stretched taut.
Saliva activating sound, crackling, magic’s embrace behind lips and teeth.
Hessonite garnet, wine-red garnet, and carnelian— copper connectors. Grounding. Come back down gently and safely.
Pulling truths out in pieces, revealing soul.
Spinning fine sugar into in joy meant.,
I learn to speak.