Red amaryllis, giant-stalked, shooting up toward the angels...
Red amaryllis, giant-stalked, shooting up toward the angels...
Petals in flame, worn, pressed to the endless womb.
Spinning fine sugar into in joy meant.,
In the dark, send out sparks I can swallow whole and globe with— an orb of livewire.
Born of desire and the certainty of my needs.
Floral, fresh petals fold out fiery, flaming flesh.
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.