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My fall.

My fall, soon you will arrive. No sadness in colors vibrant, bright. Burnt and copper, I do not mourn. The belly of red is amber’s energy, and the gray swallowing me, your heavy thoughts and moody stories. Lights flickering from houses, I feel not alone. Though no one knows from looking out windows, muted pleas and moaning cellos. And what you’re about to do while twisting me, holding me to,

My Universe.

My Universe, Gentle I will be. Unless you need a storm, A hurricane to form, Whisper it to me in the breeze, Between dusk and trees. I will adjust, my King, Always to temper, All your wants and needs. After splitting my thighs a part, Allow me. Under your moody sky, In twilight dreams, to sleep, To breathe, freely, Without your grasp, As tight of a hold. And peaceful breath,

Mysore Palace ಮೈಸೂರು ಅರಮನೆ 1 of 2.

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Naked in black and white.

I bloom in color, and, I blend into this world, Black and white. You touch my petals, but, Do not see, My vibrant yellow light. I am warm and full. You say, “I love you, Naked in the sunlight, but, A dark shadow, All over you, Is the mood I am in tonight.” Between Jerusalem and Mexico, a taboo love. … Visit archive for more writings and photographs.

Neshama sheli, from oceans.

Beautiful you are to me, Neshama sheli. From oceans you come to me, along the path kissed by sunshine’s radiance. I feel so drawn to you, it makes blue melt. Never can I forget you, now, I pray to you… Why do tides bring you to me, carrying with you, your endless dark. Do you and your God embrace me. I’m happy and content between the horizon, jagged rocks and sand, and your moods.

Night in a port city.

Noise.

I love you the same as noise, quivering in a pattern of soft sounds. Then you intensify in vibration, coming on dark, moody and strong. Unique, the nights I look forward to, knowing the man you are… Furious, in love, and devoted to knowing all our naked forms. An understanding one seeks through pilgrimage to Mecca, Guadalupe or Lumbini, and the Temple of Solomon. I wish to see you in your colors, silence, and in your light.

NYC in noir.

Our talk, part 1.

My ear pressed to the phone, I can hear you breathe before you speak. Trouble and peace in an accent from the middle of two oceans between west and east. Your existence consumes me even though an earth keeps us so far away, our love separated physically most days, but tied infinitely by the heart. I always try to hold onto the memory of your face, you towering over me, your chest to grab.

Part 1: Between buildings and boutiques.

Between buildings and boutiques, concrete under my feet. Holding hands, the shadows ask, are you sure. I am wondering is your heart racing a lot. Closer to a forbidden door. Diagonal, black lines from the sharp angles and walls, cross over me. Your grip tightening around my hand, tighter than before. Your pace faster, amor. Are these buildings taller now, or, You making me smaller now. Close you are, Amor.

Part 2: My world, I see.

Through a window, my world, I see. The pace of everyday, and into the underground as you devour me. You against me, Me against glass, cold and, Pressed, and, Unforgiving. You say, “Ma, you’re too far away.” I’m pulled into the dark, Deeper now. Inside, lingering on my ear, with your thumb on lips, holding my mouth. And your hands move everywhere. Telling me, “You go nowhere. Understand.” I see all the world,