An Intimate Lokean Devotional

“Trust me, please.” His voice rasps.

Sheets and soft bedding become forest green, sun-sheltered branches.

He guides me deep into a secret passage of my heart.

The sun touches me, he touches me.

The branches fan over me, he leans over me.

Light kisses my body, darts away and then back, playfully.

I know he’s found me out.

Loki’s grin tells me so.

I’m too immersed to care and wear self-judgment.

“I orgasm to trees.”

“So you do.”

I can’t care about it right now, I’m too happy to be discovered and let loose.

The realization comes gently. The trees were always safest to me.

He holds me, rocking me like a small child, as I face another layer of myself.