I knew it was over the night the waiter forgot my name—the same one who used to greet melike sunlight … More
Author: Sherley Delia
✨ I Speak God ✨
I speak God—in the language of light,in the still breath between knowing and being.Every word I utter drips in divinity,Every … More
Not in the Business of Resurrection
A late-night text arrives—“Hey… how are you?”Translation: I’m bored. Let me rummage through your peace. Cute.But no. I’m not a … More
October’s Return
October steps in like a queen—gold-threaded, bold, and a little meanto all doubts, fears, and yesterday’s regrets.She winks, she whispers,“Darling, … More
Time Is Up, Wheels Up
I stopped carrying Auntie’s drama,Uncle’s regrets,my cousin’s late rent—like hand-me-down coatsTwo sizes too heavy. The family reunion no longer fits—I … More
Anointed in Radiance
I do not merely enter a room—The atmosphere reconfigures itself around my presence.The cadence of voices softens,the very air becomes … More
The Veil Knows No Hurry
Divine love doesn’t text at midnight,asking if you’re awake—it’s already curled in your bones,resting like a queen on her throne,no … More
Scarcity Isn’t My Shade
It’s almost funny, really—the way some women act,as if I’m prowling after their beloved,Like I woke up this morningand put … More
A Precious Pearl
A pearl does not rush its becoming.It ripens in the dark,layer after secret layer,desire pressing itself into brilliance.Patience, here, is … More
Aerial Yoga and Erotica
Suspended in silk,I didn’t just stretch—I spread openthe veils of my sensuality. Suspended.Bound by silkbut freed by breath. My thighs … More