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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.
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.