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: vulnerability
My heart pressed into love shapes
I’ve handed you the white flag.
I need your mercy.
kindness with depth
and curiosity
for right reasons.
I don’t fear
I’m unseen here.
My dark ignites into kisses
lips against the sacred
mouth finding absolution.
I’m wholly myself
when on my knees.