O
drippy dilly-dally-
dancy mistress of love-
mancy, spark in me your
secret to sloughing off your
form. O sweet-soot, singe my
dysphoria-dipped edges,
puddle my teenage shame
on the floor. O paraffin
prophetess, promise me
a future where I flow
like you, know like you
that the warmth I seek
glows deep in my core. O!
Tell me what truth brought you
to these wax knees, what released
each piece of your peony-petal armor, silken skin
upon skin upon skin melting away insecurity. O let me learn
your magic, sister, that we may burn all expectation, turn our bodies into light.
