Liminal Fires

Liminal Fires

Skin
crawls-

with a
butterfly
charge.

nerves
flicker,

soft wings
beat
against
the heart’s
silence.

Anticipation
holds
its breath,

waiting
for touch
to land-

something
liminal
stirs
beneath
the skin.

Release,
about to
break
into light-

an intimate
surge,

muscles
remembering
how to
move
again.

And the heart
answers
at last,

wings
folding back
into
breath,

burning
maps
into
the body’s
memory,

leaving
forbidden
embers
to tremble
in
secret heat.

Reviews

[Belle]

This feels like a meditation on the moment just before transformation
the threshold where desire, healing, or aliveness begins to return.
It speaks of a body awakening from stillness, carry memories of movement and touch that were never lost, only waiting. What burns here is not excess, but truth
a private recognition of self, held gently, fiercely, and allowed to exist without needing permission.