My body stretching, undulating. Soft curves and a plethora of micro-movements carrying me back into the flowing current of Light.

You are here to bring me back, and I don’t have to be afraid of myself anymore. Even my screams are peaceful now, beautiful now. There is the trust that happens among full sighs, and the magic that we weave. And there is feeling like the luckiest little girl because I am she.

There is me, and I melt in a puddle, heart exposed spirit exposed body exposed. Open to that which Is. Open to your touch.

You are here to bring me back. And I am here to be brought back. Possessor and possessed. Penetrator and penetrated. Feeding on that which is to be fed upon. Swirling together in the interplay of our elemental natures.

Symbiosis is a prayer. And yet, I speak to you without these lips, falling prey to delight and shimmering ecstasy. When I awake, bright and new, it is as offering atop your glorious altar.

And there the tango continues.

Wake, my sleeping beauty. Wake into glitching sunlight and resist resisting as you descend into bliss.

Wake, my sleeping skydancer. Wake into a new day and tempt the heavens as you dance spirals with the clouds.

Wake, my dear Khandroma. Wake and hush, girl; for I am here to bring you back.