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City pier.

Cows and sky.

Crown of Dumbo bridge.

Curled up.

Sleepy girl, sleep, Curled up. I’ll watch over you, You nap. I’ll catch your dreams, If only they escape. Don’t worry, I’ll be here, Sweet girl, When you wake. Excerpt from A cat’s love.

Daisies in noir.

Dão.

Sit with me to sip slow a glass of red wine, last bottle from Portugal, Dão. Sweet, peppery-warm when I savor and swallow. Heating me, slow from inside, I feel my lips redder now, your eyes of golden dusk, ready now. Slow, until the candle wick no longer glows, we sit across imaging how this night might go, you are delicious, deep within your ambient pour and flow. Excerpt from

Duck in blue tone.

Duke.

Through sunlit window, I see you walk towards, Hearing the door, Close behind you, Closer to four, In the afternoon, in a city, On a Saturday, In the latest and hottest part of, June. He’s not here with me, no mind towards you and me being here alone. You and he, fight between carnal and care, an energy magnified by a 100°. You tempt wanting more, sometimes. Sometimes you don’t. I know… You cannot let go.

Falou. (He spoke.)

Distante are you. Atrás de mim. Too far from me, From the words I hear you speak. “Close your eyes, mami…” Falou. You tell me of your love, From behind, And what you’ll do to me, In Porto, da mar. Endless sea, I hear you breathe. Closer now, mi amor. “Neshama sheli.” Falou. Looking out, In between, Your feet now, I lean back into you, And with ease of breeze,