Daria

Lie closer, Daria. Give in like no one’s words or looks matter. Consume the smoke I exhale. Let your fingers discover sensitivity. Remember that God is love. God is teeth.

You obey rules, but one day your urges play. Tonight. Tomorrow. You pray as you honor your body. Here I am. Bones. Heart. Steady. Certain. Captivated as you lean in.

Look up at me. Let me sell you dreams a dead man can’t. My tongue meets each silky hill. Sighs. Breathless. Your temple opens.

I write our fate along your backbone. I’ll be in so deep, I’ll meet your past. We’ll discuss how your mother made you repent. How your father listened to the same music your mother did until she passed.

You’re soaked. Unable to think. I’ve gifted you peace. A stage where there are no winners or losers. Just be as you are. Like this. Gently exposed. Exactly like how you imagined.

Congregants manipulate you into believing you can choke desires till they’re buried with other offenders. But control is nonexistent. So live. Be present. With me.

Cut through tendons, vessels, and muscles. See our oneness. How clean hands are admirable, and rottenness is wisdom. Together, we’re guaranteed front row seats in heaven.