I am fevered of His love.
I am fevered of His love.
Petals in flame, worn, pressed to the endless womb.
Saliva activating sound, crackling, magic’s embrace behind lips and teeth.
Spinning fine sugar into in joy meant.,
I learn to speak.
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.
An eternal ache resounds in the rest after love is made.
My heart has risen.