the cold of dawn consents to the softening of limbs
Tag: fantasy
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
watch a droplet of dew tremble with light