Turquoise lips.

Turquoise with lips, crash. Your touch, and the creation of you are more powerful than my life, with more force than my own.

You rise,
You fall,
You rise,
Kissing air, and,
My skin.

I,
Worship,
You.

A gift from Syrian Gods, as free as Atargatis tied to the Northern Assyrian seas. A mistress I am to you. You sirening for me to bend to only you, under blue, in slow motion.

Your,
Lips,
Wet,
Full,
Pressed,
To,
Me.
Luring,
Me, with diamonds.
I follow you into the sea, imprisoning me.
I go willingly.

Between Jerusalem and Mexico, a taboo love.