Walk with me, ma.

“Walk with me, ma,” he says.
Across rusty tracks,
Carrying old souls from long ago.
Their reflection laced with,
Deepest greens.
Drenched in moss,
Into the darkness of forest I go.
“I need you, like, rain wanted,
On the haziest summer day,”
He continues on.
And on,
“I’ll explode if,
My cloud cannot hover over you.”
You, Prince,
Vibrant,
Lush,
And eyes,
Kissed by water’s moody-blue amber,
Skin kissed by sun.
I am in love, but you knew.
You knew.
Your sprawl across leaves,
You are a storm setting in,
Ready and willing,
To swallow me whole, and me,
Still I stand,
Holding you.

Excerpt from
Between Jerusalem and Mexico, a taboo love.