Splintered wood crackled and popped.
Splintered wood crackled and popped.
Flame touched the sky with licks of worship.
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.
In the dark, send out sparks I can swallow whole and globe with— an orb of livewire.
An eternal ache resounds in the rest after love is made.
We are the alive bell tower, inspiration’s vessel ringing true.
Entrance my soul from sleep into being.
Eerie romance, three nights’ delight—when worlds lean close we kiss through candlelight.
Honey, golden prayer, searched by sunlight and flowers.