Tears form—liquid fire, devotion heart exposed.
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.
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.
We are the alive bell tower, inspiration’s vessel ringing true.
The elements I need to burn bright my soul.
The Divine seed takes root, flourishing, thriving possibility, hope.