The roses arrived on fire, tips burnt out sunset mirrors.
I am read, opened like a diary
At the threshold
they turn me,
Him already there,
waiting.
The roses arrived on fire, tips burnt out sunset mirrors.
I am read, opened like a diary
At the threshold
they turn me,
Him already there,
waiting.
Light stretching shadow-lines
over your body.
The faintest glimmer,
eye whites, catchlights.
My mouth takes your shape
as my heart blooms open.
Nails burn my skin.
Prayer fills my throat,
no word, no thought,
only nature’s ask and want.
We blend, skin to skin,
creating shapes,
hues that reveal,
Sekhmet’s gaze finds me.
Anger consumes me.
Her hair, electric, snapping,
mine static, rising.
My head bows in submission,
fear my rage would be judged,
felt as weakness within me.
She lifts my chin,
kisses my forehead,
a rush rips me open into laughter.
Madness erupts through me.
My womb aches, alive,
pain stopping my hand
before it harms,
before it degrades me.
Her breath moves over me,
a roar in my throat
tearing it wide.
Gold dust
fills
hair,
eyes,
mouth.
I am contained.
I inhabit this body.
I burn.
My eyes gleam.
My throat calls.
My hair lifts, charged.
A lioness lives in my belly.
The clover patch at night
bends beneath stars.
Shadows, dark and sweet,
shaped heart-wild,
fairies biting and pinching,
dancing their trio of leaves,
tiny foot-paws soft against soft.
Eyes that flint
with an edge of insanity.
Worshipping the small, delicate
the secret nectar
of the magic hour.
Grief gathered me to my heart.
Reminded me clocks die.
Love keeps longer than we do.
In that wake of earth,
heaped soil
crowned by flowers, pure blood-red.
My heart breathed,
quaking open.
You and me
spilled out
my eyes,
mouth,
and womb.
My knees were meant to hit earth.
Mercy rose in my tears.
Grace,
the spine of gratitude.
Faithful to Loki first
heart pinned between us
Love’s colors returned to my skin
sun’s gold warms me
unfolding from violet ink
Gasping in air after drowning.
My heart pressed into love shapes
I’ve handed you the white flag.
I need your mercy.
kindness with depth
and curiosity
for right reasons.
I don’t fear
I’m unseen here.
My dark ignites into kisses
lips against the sacred
mouth finding absolution.
I’m wholly myself
when on my knees.
Braiding myself with Loki
hurts in the best sense.
I twirl down and weave rounds
as He spins me,
dancing.
I leave my skin
against the grain of the wood,
My hair a carpet under foot.
Sheared to skull
His to fill
My lips igniting offerings.
Crushed stars beneath him.
dangling,
weightless.
Set down
on the back shelf,
still warm.
Drowning,
in devotion.
16 Songs
Some loves can ruin you. Some can remake you. If you’re lucky, it’s both. May love be your Valentine, always.
– Raven
It begins in the quiet before.
Sleepless in a Hotel Room by Luke Combs
I Remember Everything by Zach Bryan
I Burned LA Down by Noah Cyrus
Take Me Away by Morgan Wade
Wanting grows.
Love You Anyway by Luke Combs
Days Like These by Luke Combs
Whirlwind by Lainey Wilson
Everything He Couldn’t by Chase Matthew
S.O.B. by Sam Barber
Indigo (feat. Avery Anna) by Sam Barber
Heat on skin.
Worst Way by Riley Green
Sin So Sweet by Warren Zeiders
You Proof by Morgan Wallen
Last Night by Morgan Wallen
Then storm and flame.
Hurricane by Luke Combs
Like a Wrecking Ball by Eric Church
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