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.
Pulling truths out in pieces, revealing soul.
I learn to speak.
The arrival of newness burned into me— an experience worth learning and growing in.
In the dark, send out sparks I can swallow whole and globe with— an orb of livewire.