That lazy drag of fingers on my cheek
Agitation soars, resolve weak
Expert negotiation
Possession I lean into
And then wince away because, um
Because I have reasons
In this violently aesthetic city
It’s cold, I have cold feet
I shackle them to your body heat
You gift my theft reprieve
“It’s okay, you can be human”
Can I now, mine expert?
Wrapping me in a blanket
Nuzzling above my ears
Wallowing in my hair
“Just shampoo” I stir
“When could you have showered?”
God damn your counters
Warmth of a flittering sunlight
Made vagrant by likes of yours
In pursuit of an arcane psyche
Night’s keys volunteered
A grand deciphering for you then, hm?
My labyrinthine lover