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In black, slow motion.

You walk to me, in black, slow motion, then fast. I am alone, then your breath falls against my back. I hold my breath, in dark, before white snow takes you away. I cannot see, your fragrance grows behind me, close to me, choking me. Stillness all around me, mocking me, as if this is the last of me. Your air I am within, and your palm I feel reach my throat, your fingers sprawl across to hold me more.

In the blue, underneath.

I drift in an azure blue sea. Underneath, A moody beauty, Wanting too much. Branching fingers, That sprawl, Moving, Dividing me. Kelp and seaweed, Grabbing hold, With their extremities, Both wrapping around tight, Draping across, Pulling me. Prisoner to their kisses and strokes, Trapped, but not. I want to be here. Peeks of the night’s white glow, Casting down while, Entangled by, The tentacles of two that grab, And hold.

Indigo.

Indigo, Glows, In the summer, When, Sky, Falls, To touch, I, Anticipate, You. I walk into air and envision you. Hope for you. Walking towards you. Only light surrounding, Iridescent. An Ambanja panther chameleon, You. Blending in, City ports, Lights, Summer nights, And all the deepest, Sapphire shades, You, Invisible. I don’t want you. I need you. See you. I, Grip, To, You. Heat clinging to a pier holding, Only two.

Jasmine. Bye, moon.

Jasmine by moon, Until the moon says bye. The scent ensnares you and I, Caressing alongside our silhouettes, Gripping groin and thighs, dissipating, Back into air. Fingertips to, Neck. Finding harder to leave, Breathe, You wanting to inhale only me. Behind me, Wanting me, marking me, For my memory. Your palm fastening tight, Guiding your clutch, moving, Pulling you into me. I can smell the earth and sandalwood taking, Hostage the,

Lilac lake.

I hold your hand, My beautiful man, We walk by the lake. Why do you love me so? Is it because, I will always take care of you, With all my heart and soul. You deserve so much more. Our time, In our space, Sharing, Caring, Knowing each other, In ways others can’t ever know. You delight me, Like purplish tones, Misting up from this still water, Making a lilac lake,

Lover be to me.

Lover be to me, everything. To see you, beyond a moment, Between pillows, And cotton layers. To study your body, Like, the stars of constellations, With, Anticipation and, Long stares. What makes you move like that, Moan like that, and, Close your eyes. If heaven were ever, A place I could go, I would ask for, Only you to be there. Next to me, in that space, Allowing religion and,

Monterrey.

You like that, begging, pleading, spreading out for your display. Makes me think of Monterrey. Me pressed against a cold glass pane, asking over and over and over for you to finish with me. My thighs propped up and tired while you clench fully my throat from each side, me becoming your mold and shape, you knowing where to hold in order for me to still breathe. You command, “Don’t move, ma.

Mustafa مصطفى...

Mustafa مصطفى… Where are you. Are you there, Somewhere, In the dense forest green. Beautiful stranger, How do you say such things, Then disappear, leave, After quoting Rumi. You open up, Then gone, No trace. Your most tender thoughts, Following along. My heart is open, But together, glued. A spirit in touch and now, Removed. Please know, You leaving, It devastates. You didn’t hear me, Calling out to you, Were my words,

My African daisy.

The shape of your petals, Invite me for a talk. A kind love, just for you. I cannot turn back. You are extraordinary, Radiating even within the dark. In indigo, Shining under a blue desert moon. Burnt orange, Glowing from inside of you. If only a moment to be with you, Just to admire you, And your sunshine, And to feel, That happy side of blue. You make me smile,

My Babadook.

Underneath, you walk. A creak under old foundation, you, caressing my feet, your favorite part. Old roots massaging the diagonal planks by herringbone pattern of hickory bark. You are far in distance, my Babadook, out of reach. To physically touch you is dark magic, black cat luck. You will stay right there, rest, my temperamental love. My misty eyes are only meant for me to watch. Today to say a goodbye, then, the sprawling of branches scraping three window panes, across, in a line, one by one, down a dim, lit hall, dragging, scratching, breathing, piercing my ears, that nagging silence between each pause.

My fall.

My fall, soon you will arrive, No sadness, colors vibrant, bright. Red, copper, orange, I do not mourn. The red I feel is, Orange’s energy. The grey, makes me happy, When thinking of your, Moody thoughts and stories. Lights flickering from houses, I feel not alone, though, They do not know, Looking out windows, Muted screams, cellos… What you are about to do, While holding me so close, With your unbroken stare,

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,

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 series, a taboo love. … Visit Archive and About for more content and author details.