Your demons and angels, deeply hidden desires. I’ve prayed and pranced with holy violet fire. After blackness and blinding light has been seen, beauty is found in everything. In every small feat, and gray dull gleam, is the glint of a golden platinum beam. I can see through cloaks and read pages unseen.
Keep your fine print conditions, and earthly greed; your dogmatic worries and heavy history. What’s unadorned, raw, unorthodox, and free, will seep into my soul as you lay next to me.
Hold the coal in the palm of your hands, raise it up to my lips, and learn how to dance. I’ll breathe flames onto you. Show me your truth, the way that you love, and the way that you move. Heat in your body, heat in your lungs, heat in your heart, your mind, your tongue.
Wrap your body around me. I feel it all. The way I lift you up; the way I let you fall, into me, into madness, into answering my call. You’ve been sent, as I’ve been sent, reasons known not at all.
Savoring moments and appreciating the glow,
of your devotion and attention,
is all I now know.