City of Gardens

You lean in, dimpling my skin, so we begin, you pretend to be every good thing, I see a glimpse of Ahriman living inside seven layers of skin.

A gold desert shades your face, it reels me in, you peel away brewing storms trying to settle within, hushing expansive darkness into simple things.

You skim my lips, your dark eyes drink me in, my god my guard is crumbling, this distance closes in, you treasure my body against the depth of your sin.

You’re dangerous, and I still want to let you in, you’re an irresistible shift, you’re a familiar in a way that is different, too bold. You grip my hands like you’ll hold them until I fold. I’m thinking I can’t take much more.

You kiss my wrists and whisper, I’m yours.