- Atalanta’s Chase
- Psyche and Eros
- Psyche
He came in darkness.
No face.
No name.
Only heat.
Only breath.
I opened.
He moved through me
like tide.
Like fire.
Like something eternal.
Every touch a question.
Every pause an answer.
I saw him once.
The light revealed desire.
I lost him.
I followed anyway.
Through fire.
Through doubt.
Through hunger in my bones.
When he returned,
I was pulse.
I was heat.
I was knowing.
And we became pulse.
And we became flame.











I especially loved this one it’s like coming into you divinity ❤️
Thank you, Crimsin. ❤️ I love that you felt the divinity in this one. That means a lot to me.
Powerfully penned, CG. Excellent write with amazing storytelling my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you, Damian. I’m glad the story found its way through the words. I always appreciate you taking the time to read and leave a little kindness behind.