Tag: fantasy

mist clings to skin gentle as a promise of shape without boundaries

calm and unhurried the weaver god floats down from the autumn moon on a silver strand

quiet the dwelling as bodies bare begin a ritual of belonging

limbs uncoil and stretch the body remembers that somewhere beyond this concrete darkness is a gentle sun

old and kind as warmth threads through wood the mango tree shimmies a little to bless those below with peace and fruit

connection is made without sound as lips meet lips sealing a divine pact

smoke curls into a serpent holding its shape as pilgrims drip venom into eyes and dance in ecstasy

in this part of paradise shadows watch you with morbid interest

the sky before dawn composed of stars and prophecies