An Intimate Lokean Devotional
He pulls me back flush against his chest. His warmth envelopes me.
My body heats open.
“Tonight, I’m going to hold you just like this. Try not to run.”
My ear tingles from his breath.
“Show me,” Loki urges.
My hands tremble. My back tenses. His hands brace on my shoulders as he kisses my temple. I relax into him.
Spent, I dissolve into tears. Sobs tangled deep inside me shake my body.
Grief rises. I surrender again, embracing what’s there, needing to be felt. Words leave as everything becomes feeling.
I bury my face in his chest, cool and regulating.
Relief floods me.
I look up at him
eyes the color of lime juice take me into them.
My body feels clearer, less knotted. Stilled in the afterglow, I fall fast asleep.
The dark is cooling.
The dark is peaceful.
