****** hush tracing skin in shadows,
sound the depth worthy of our desires.
Pass these sinful wishes upon me—
dive into inflamed seas, name me by it.
Make it real.
Tongues cleaved in ungodly abiding,
lingering, unyielding rhythm — feel it.
Lower your hand and reach for the abyssal,
wake the beast before me.
Weave the heat through the channels,
chant my praise with silence;
release our breaths in violence.
Unfurling buds into nectar coatings,
silver thread, slipping — taste it.
Arise from the dark
into these black arts,
two paintings belonging
on a hinge, sharing the altar.
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 1:25 PM UTC
****** hush tracing skin in shadows,
sound the depth worthy of our desires.
Pass these sinful wishes upon me—
dive into inflamed seas, name me by it.
Make it real.
Tongues cleaved in ungodly abiding,
lingering, unyielding rhythm — feel it.
Lower your hand and reach for the abyssal,
wake the beast before me.
Weave the heat through the channels,
chant my praise with silence;
release our breaths in violence.
Unfurling buds into nectar coatings,
silver thread, slipping — taste it.
Arise from the dark
into these black arts,
two paintings belonging
on a hinge, sharing the altar.
