Gnosis in Silk and Smoke – a poem by Lucille Alabaster
I light myself slowly, wick before flame, hips remembering a language older than prayer. Your name moves through me like breath learning rhythm, not spoken— summoned. I open the gate between pulse and thought, where wanting becomes knowing, where heat teaches truth what words never could. My body is not asking. It is directing. I […]
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