Succumb. Love will fill the fissure between
your bones and soul - beneath this wish and need
to drink it deeply, swimming veins with bright
impossible fish that tickle toes, and
nibble fears and tears, now swept clean away
beneath the weedy currents of mistrust and lust
that doused and drowned a simple longing
for belonging. So, succumb. Set yourself
ablaze with phosphorescent waves of heart,
Or better yet, breathe a volcanic spume
of flame, red and bold as coursing blood.
Embrace the hot chaos, powerful and true.
Now hush. Love, invited outlasts a storm.
Breathe glow and gleam of embers, ever warm.