Behind me.

You formulated this idea in my mental kitchen that I will nurture and take care of you in such ways. Be the woman enveloped with the most secret parts of you. Be sweet to you… You love my sweetness the most. You never had a woman so willing, so caring, that when you walk through the door, towards, the energy I absorb. Anything you ask, I’m your mami, all yours. I don’t even need to know where you are… You are behind me, arms folded, waiting, agitated, becoming even more. Acknowledge me… You and your scorn.

Truth - You’ve told me one afternoon, sitting across from a cup of coffee, you like how fit I am and “I think you can handle me, when I handle you hard".

Excerpt from scene.

Between Jerusalem and Mexico, a taboo love.