Beneath my silences
Taken as inability of
Expression but no less
Than walls around
My garden. A strong gate
And the key is beneath
Your pillow, baby girl,
Because i am a place
A cosm
Where you are seen
For the games you long
To play
And how each bloom
Here carries my musk
Breathe deep
But stay awhile,
The sunsets here are beautiful
As am i
And you visit
By other means
Prick your fingers on the
Thorns and have me suck
The beads of scarlet
From their tips
The grass is soft
Lay down and I shall
Fuck the delicious truth
Of your feelings into
Being.
Make you scream my name
Countless times
Before
You ever have cause or reason
To depart.
