To Be Drowned in Your World
(a hedge-witchâs invocation of presence)
You ask my deepest fantasyâ
and I tell you this truth:
itâs not wild or secretâ
itâs like the Quiet Sky,
the one that reminds me of youâ
that silence before dawn
greets the morning,
that reverent hush between heartbeats.
I want to hold you for hoursâ
your breath, the ocean
crashing against my ribs,
pressing into mineâ
the gravity of your warmth
anchoring me to something real.
Tell me everything.
Tell me what you saw,
what you loved,
what broke you a little.
Let your voice spill across my skin
like candlelight over water.
Let me breathe you inâ
that faint trace of rain and resolve,
the scent of home after deployment.
Let my fingertips learn your language
without needing to move.
I donât want to own you.
I want to witness youâ
every thought,
every pulse,
every flicker of soul
that makes you, you.
My deepest fantasy
is not to escape into dreamsâ
but to drown,
utterly.
I once thought
drowning meant deathâ
until your world
taught me how to breathe
in the one
behind your eyes.
Contains:
Echoes from âTo My Tactile Squishâ and âThe Hush Between Heartbeatsâ â threads of the same spell.
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