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.
Tag: Loki
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.
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.