Cinnamon kicks with sultry heat...
Cinnamon kicks with sultry heat...
In the dark, send out sparks I can swallow whole and globe with— an orb of livewire.
Tears form—liquid fire, devotion heart exposed.
Floral, fresh petals fold out fiery, flaming flesh.
My heart has risen.
My cells emoting something primal and innately soul.
Oil-rich black sleek—cast of iron, salt scoured and seasoned. The fat of the land goldens your work and contribution.
A flame across my tongue burns, cleanses, grounds in acidic course.
Tongue sopping in ecstasy, throat slick, lungs emit— glistening, liberated inauguration.
That searing knife cuts straight to the core of it—facing truth from the belly of grief and shadows deepens us.