A Lokean Devotional
“Let it be a conversation,” he says. His eyes read me.
I’m held between Loki and tree.
His hands clasp mine gently.
“A parley.” He winks. My heart wakes up.
I can’t deny his wishes. They echo my own. Stuck between love and fear. He knows it. Knows me.
“Meet me halfway,” he whispers, and my heart tugs to follow his lead.
Okay.