Peppermint-scented nights.

Loki’s embrace, I wait for Him before sleeping.
I ask for Him before drifting into dream.

The chaos isn’t too much, I admit to Him.
It’s just right.
I feel the divine wire supporting me,
precision accurate
and danger enticed.

He never lets me grow a weary mind anymore.
The dust doesn’t settle.
It makes itself known.

I relax into the familiar world
He’s teaching me my containment in.

His breath on my spine, warm and a part.
My soul speaks to Him
from the chords of flow.

It’s too beautiful.
I leave it alone
and just receive.