Salt thrown outward— a cast over fire.
Salt thrown outward— a cast over fire.
Tongue sopping in ecstasy, throat slick, lungs emit— glistening, liberated inauguration.
The Divine seed takes root, flourishing, thriving possibility, hope.
Sounds of breath meet love.
The dark, once thought empty, brightens—lanterns a blur, softened exquisite.
Forgetting all that would not carry, setting me purified, consoling the dead until reforged in Him.
There is a doorway open.