ISSUE 1

I had been dormant

My body burned to the ground

Leaving barren bone absent of belief

Nerves cold under an ashen

Blindfold

No light

But his soul is gold

Bright like new life

Warm like a summer storm

And he showers me

With hours of heat

Steam seeps under my skin

Seeds are planted deep within

Vines unfurl as my toes curl

And soft lightning strikes

Welcome even the night

The rhythm of organisms

Repopulate, pollinate

Invigorate places that

I had forsaken

It is time for me to awaken

It is morning

And his lips press

Against my neck, my chest

Without warning

Fingers linger, tingle and

Flowered trees take root

Rivers flow slowly as he breathes

And like the leaves

I fall into the breeze