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Swarovski and MoMA.
Tan lines in b&w.
Tan lines.
Tangerine.
Tangerine tides, I lie down, Surrounded in the quiet, Of a wave, And its crash. You, in the room, A stroll back, Sleeping, Beautifully, With the side of your face, Showing a smile, While you dream. Rest, my Prince. From last night, Before orange rose, You decide, To get me drunk, On strawberry wine. Licking whip cream off, Key lime pie. With me held down, By the weight of yourself,
Té amo, from el gato.
I sit on the bed my human sleeps on… I like to wait, Sit and insist, She, Come to me, to, Hold me, tight, But not too close. It is 10 o’clock. Where is she? One day, I will be a ghost. She will wish I was here, but, I will be on the other side, Flip side of, This world and universe. She will be sad not to pet me anymore,
Tell ‘em Gerónimo sent you.
Hey, psst… You Meira? You the one heading north. Me and my boys need you to do some work of an inconspicuous nature for us down here… We need you to frame, I mean courier some packages, sensitive photographs let’s say, back and forth. Understand? Me: I don’t really… I ain’t asking… Look for Bugsy, he’ll take care of everything, and your accommodations. Me: I already have a… Tell ‘em Gerónimo sent you.
Three ducks and a bird on a pier.
Time stops.
In moments, I love you, Purely love. In a moment, When heart and skin, Touch, Time stops. Only in that space, When happiness and, Existence meet. For you, Me, Brief. Love, Only love. Between Jerusalem and Mexico, a taboo love.
Tonk love in cool cat blue.
Tonk nap.
Tonk naps and Havaianas.
Tonk paws.
Turquoise forest.
I wait for you, sunrise to sunset, Thinking about you, On the Gaza Strip. If you’re safe, If you still feel loved, Or, has that all escaped, From you by now. Will you still be able to love, When you come home next, When we meet next, At a secluded, scheduled spot. Deep inside, you are, With me, In a turquoise forest, We saved as a place, You can call out “mami”.
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.