Moth to Flame
She is the hush before the match strikes, the pale and impossible center of every ruined prayer I ever tried to keep clean.
26 masterpieces of her
Ceremony of the Unfastened Heart
White Lace, Unquiet Hands
The Body Turns Toward Radiance
Her Skin Remembers Color
Lavender at the Edge of Surrender
Silver at the Point of Yielding
Lavender Refuses to Cool
The Bed Learns Her Hunger
The Distance She Refuses
Lavender Holds the Fever
The Pause Before Burning
Unhidden Before the Red Curtain
Heat Held at Her Throat
The Face Beyond the Fever
Even Shadow Cannot Keep Her
She Opens Like Daybreak
Ochre Against the Waiting Dark
A Quiet Dare in Gold
Desire Without Color
Kneeling Where Warmth Begins
The Hour Warmth Chose Her
Stillness Turning Toward Heat
Nearer Than Restraint
The Reach That Survives Silver
Devotion Crawls Toward the Light
Nothing Between Her Gaze and Want