In your garden

I want my name written in blood in every corner of your body

I want to press my skull against your chest,

making an entrance,

leaving a hole that only i can touch

I want to. feel you inside my eyes,

so i can see what your soul looks like

Because you sound like the home I envisioned when i was i child,

and i want to be trapped inside it

Making memories of giant fields and beds and closets that escape through your sweat,

so i can taste it

Let me burn my heart and bury it in your skin

It will decompose and crawl to haunt me

My love is a sacred prayer that echoes the voice of those longing to be touched