A Lokean Devotional Vignette
“Yes… that’s how I’m molding you,
through feeling your opening. Books, film and music,
sensation. I reach to you through these too.” Loki’s admittance melts me like warmed honey.
Tag: sensation
Fronds unfurl
toes relax
from curled
new green
heat blurs my edges
charge stuck in my skin
slick like a whip
Forgetting my name
cool morning
heated kisses
beneath a sky torn
open by flames
Ice stark like espresso
splices my insides
fire alive
under the orange peel of sunlight
morning remembers me
stardust cells
chilled from night’s wash
lips on frozen breath
I stretch, holding what I can carry
I feel gratitude like a bell
cracking through silence.
It rings. Rings. Grows quiet.
My heart ruptures too, like this.
It gets in.
Changes me.