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Silver lake.
Sleeping beauty.
Sophie and mornings.
In sunlight by the piano, and next to me always. She sometimes will sing, accompanying me. A cat’s love.
Sophie's smile.
Sophie's whiskers.
Spring mood.
Original composition and audio.
Still of me.
Morning to sunset, The sun will come and go, And set on you, to, Think about, How you would, Warm me, when I am cold, And you are alone. If only to know your voice, In between the sweet, The black, The sky, The water, The bitter, And sitting with you. This would mean love, In a way that only, The moon, And the void know. Centuries from now, You will see me, vividly, Unknown to me.
Still reflection.
Loving you is to know, Fog between that space in between, You and me, and, In morning light, your, Still reflection safe in my harbor, Sailing in from night. You return as a lover would, Caring only about the sounds, Love makes, tracing, Soft lines to remember the, Details of me. Between Jerusalem and Mexico, a taboo love.
Storm in a port city.
Storm عاصفة...
Storm عاصفة… I remember how you feel, With your hands, Around my waist like that, Your thighs, Around my hips like that, Asking me, “Is this what in love is like?” Your voice, from far away, If only once, To hear again. “Hi, habibti.” “My Prince.” “I’ve been waiting to hear only those two words, my love.” “I’m here for you, Prince. To make every part of you feel whole.”
Su Casa.
“As long as I can see you, Know you for a while,” he pleas. You worry… Don’t worry, you’re enough. Just to know all of you, A young, sweet Prince, From the other part, Of an opposite globe. “Meet me at six, by the water.” Agreed. You distract me, Reminding me of someone. He struggled, too, With where, To be held by. The voices in his head. Another story. To walk, to talk,
Summer's symmetry.
Summer’s symmetry, Water sounds in sync to night, Illuminated. Love poems and solitude. … Visit archive for more writings and photographs.
Sunlight and branches.
Sunshine.
Husband, I love you, like, sunshine and the warmth it gives. I almost feel it pierce through me softly, from inside to the outer part of me, warming the fair hairs on my forearm and wrist. It makes me close my eyes, feel my lashes. And I think about how happy it makes me, to be here in this only moment, feeling it caress, brush across my first three layers of skin.
Surrounded by blue.
I am swept up into you, Infinite and patient, powerful love. I, soft clouds, wrapping and reshaping, Caressing your trunk, Leaves, And extremities. Space between to gaze upon the, Unyielding wonderment of you. You, Surrounded by blue. Love poems and solitude.