Every candle lit with intentional love.
Every candle lit with intentional love.
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.
Fire reaches temperature just above my ears.
My lungs burn. Naked— a dare.
Scent in. Core to seed to threads to meat. Empty and fill with light.
Your warmth against my ritual feed, piping along the ridges of rust and salt, sparks a new beginning.
Truth revealed by the rub, heat blossoms, scent rising.
Spices romance over flames mingling, spitting sweat in their chemistry.
The oil slides into the pan, pooling, spreading, heat-entranced.