peel back the layers when
you shared the process to the end result,
you let me in and i mistook the meaning
of a subtle sign that you let me in to a sacred space,
seeing what makes you tick.
a subtle hand holding
but my dizzy head was lost in lust.
what else could i trust, but we became
kindred spirits longing, connecting, becoming.
walk me back through your streets, your hidden alleyways.
i’ll hold my assumptions, my jealousies, my interpretations of your fantasies.
i want to become what we were becoming.