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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: When you wake.

I like to watch you, my King, Sleep. It’s when my lips, upper thighs, And throat are most free. Free from your hands, Arms, And legs. Free to imagine, How I’ll be consumed by you next. Next, when you wake, With your sweeter embrace, Shaping the line that’s my side, Grasping firmly, Softly, Molding against me like clay. Your skin, Sienna and copper, Mixed with hints of mint. Leaning back I kiss,

Part 2: I'm up, ma.

I’m up, ma, Watching you, too, Seeing you from this bed, Lying in between wake & rest. You can feel my eyes on you, Last night, rough, I see the marks & stress. Don’t worry, my Queen, I’ll be taking care of you, In just a moment. Seeing you now, Bare back, I’d kiss. Pantyless, I can’t help grabbing hold, Stroking, Thinking, What to do to you next. I love that you think I never rise the minute your side is without mine, that I wouldn’t notice.

Penelope.

I understand, Penelope. I, too, am lost in my own shadow sometimes, walking by daisies under the sunshine. Love poems and solitude.

Pépé.

Pigeon photobomb.

Pink mood.

Pink petal stem.

My pink petal stem, Surrounded in dew. A violet, dark night, I succumb to around me, With white twinkle lights, Dancing around me. I blush for you. Between Jerusalem and Mexico, a taboo love.