Iris Violette

Submit and surrender yourself
to the divine embers of reverence
Hear its hushed voice plead
with unarmored credence
And bathe in the stillness
it cordially offers
Don’t withdraw from its sight
Bury your head in the arms before you
You may hesitate
You may enquire
It is yours to lay hold of
Lean into the allurement that beckons
the one that pulses through your veins