gardens threaded one heart through the other

it is the fire of the dragon

taken up residence behind my heart,

between my lungs, and deep

within the recesses of this flesh

i call my own.

intoxicating, intricate rhythm.

unique to you; unique to me.

i would carve you a home if you

didn't have one, house the

earth-worn clay you own underneath

the shade of the eastern trees.

even now the skies drip rain,

but the moon rises, as it always does,

and presses kisses to my forehead

just for seeing another night.

we are taken.

deep within the forest, in the worm-laden

grasses and the half-eaten cherry trees.

an imperfect eden, and we will

find our own shadows, one day.

but for now, take me.