i'm not joking.
go down the "enochian" rabbit hole.
the word itself means angelical tongue.
and sounds like “in o’cean.” like angels
spoke in waves. like the way her throat
reverberates with truth
as her ankles levitate
when she's in
the hands of a man
who knows how
to actually
fucking
listen.

like, fuck.
look at you
turning cortisol
into consciousness.
look at you transmuting
fight-or-flight into flow.
you're so cute when you
make the illusion of separation
beg to be undone.