A Lokean Devotional Vignette
“Your depravity is gorgeous, Love.
Spend some my way?” Loki says,
as I straighten in my seat,
his fire running up my spine.
Caught beneath the trickster’s gaze.
Tag: mysticism
rose sepia
clay suckling poison
scenting everything
like angel skin
confessions of
a failed saint.
Skin dissolves.
Marked by Kali,
turned under
until only Her.
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.
Dark all around me,
worm moon spilling open.
A blink of red.
I bent.
Ring around the iris.
Leaning into night.
Eyes meeting eye.