Slake

I slake
my thirst for his words
like a tongue
of fire, liquid light burning
down my throat. He feeds me
with the right tones
deep into my soul, driving

away the voices
of slander that once eluded me.
And I say, I should’ve done this
earlier, sooner;
Here, now,
where his love sustains me,
appetite by appetite,

line by line,
word by word, and I live,
remember this: I live
with the sun from his pen
and I am
ignited within.

// 12 Oct 2022