trapped in a moving train
knee to knee with an archangel
sun radiating off sandy complexion
manicured stubble lining jawline
sharp and effortless
taste of blood floods to my mouth
Ya Khaaliq, You are the exuberant Creator
a lustful glimpse darts from my nazar
I dutifully lower my carnal gaze
now my eyes fixate on his spread legs
in tight dark wash jeans
Ya Khuda, You test the limits of
how many glances can I steal until
he notices this
faggot
I melt
I become
pond, still water
echo his beauty
will he be narcissus &
fall in