Garden

Remove my mask of intent
Sink my cries in your desire
Release exquisite torment
Bind me to your secret fire

So cool in your gardens
your naked opinion
the breast of the earth
it rises and falls

Your palace of shrines
how urgent the flames
in hope of the arch

I know you have woken
a crescent caress

Wash your feet in my sunset
surrender where a star burns
between us, ecstatic
the urge that our desire calls
to carry into darkness