Silenced, the stillness in your smile pins me in place
Heavy words make way for heavy eyes and the
Limits of this dance expand in the quiet space we’ve carved
My mouth is empty of words
My mind is empty of thoughts
Excepting you, accepting me
Tethered to you
In word, in deed, indeed
You’re counting my freckles and I’m swimming up
Up into your voice and the halcyon glow it casts
I’m not even the moth to your flame
I’m the wick
Light me up and blow me out
Collect me from this pink sunset
Bring me down from this high

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Violet Fawkes

Violet Fawkes (she/her) is a freelance writer and sex blogger focusing on pleasure education, erotic fiction, and the intersection of identity, kink and mental health.