NECTAR

Day one.. Flow… slow as breath between my prayers. I have been emptied before… once a pulse of light too bright to hold, now a vessel thinned by greedy moths and hangry mouths that drank what they could not create. Sprinkle stardust into my soul, inch by inch, until the air forgets its name. Let the air thicken with your scent… I want to see the beast in your eyes faint, like rain touching stone after years of drought. Dip your heart in honey, so I may taste what still lives beneath the celestial gaze of your frosted eyes. I’ll wait for it… Here, take my 4, a relic born from the first day we found numbers and tried to count the spaces between our breaths… Dissolve softly, like breath fading against glass.. Flow… until even silence grows a heartbeat and the air remembers how to listen… The only remedy to overcoming death is your Nek-tar.. One day… An1, 2025