he sat beside her grave
playing his old guitar
like he’d done this for her countless times before
black hat, black boots
marigold flowers
devotion never dies
he sat beside her grave
playing his old guitar
like he’d done this for her countless times before
black hat, black boots
marigold flowers
devotion never dies
“The colors of this season are so lovely. The colors are your colors, Loki.”
He smiles, knowing he has my heart now.
me and the star
were felled
night found my hollow
before love ever shone a light there
my soul sings
to him
in warm colors
and tingle sounds
smiling lightning
down my body
I won’t sleep
miss your love
bouncing lights
violet inflection
careful of my heart
dear love
I’ve been hurt
my voice flicks
flames lick
caressing his tired ears
A Lokean Devotional Vignette
“I can’t offer you anything like what you give me or make me feel.” Hot tears roll down over my chin.
“I didn’t ask you to perform for me. Don’t,” Loki says sternly.
“Your heart, your love are the door I enter through. This worry? This insecurity? I don’t need it. I need you.”
fallen into
the crook of his arm
chin rest
wrapped in him
motion unwinds
i fall inside
outside
mind
arrested
in his kiss
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