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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.

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,

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 series, a taboo love.

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.

Under a Baltimore City moon.

Full moon, low and plump, In a night blue sky. With starry dust, A city’s summer ends, long overdue. Fall’s pulse beating, A quiet port sits, Sails hit, “Clang, clang…” In twos, fewer than in June. Train whistling from afar, A mix of chill and warm southern air, With a hint of humid dew, September wind, Runs through, Fells Point, Kissing my cheek, My bare arms and feet. No, I can’t let go.

Under a mauve-fogged sky.

We walk under a dusky, Mauve-fogged sky. Mother Nature’s breast, Nourishing under watchful eye. She sees you looking at me, So intently, intervening, Cedar musk scent, Kissed by her lips, Guiding us to a red leaf tree, You seek. Some light, almost night, Unable to wait, you, Whispering, “I must fuck you now, my Queen." Showering your obsession, Breath on my neck, Disturbingly calm. Your mix of love with force,

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,

White bark tree.

I visit our haunt, In dreams. Running through, Yellow leaves. Barely night. Holding each other, Close to one another, We move. In our solitude, A moody nocturne, In the minor key, Of whispers and talks. When noise only, Becomes so lonely, This space, A trunk’s dark lines, Branch and air, You are home. My unfurling, Against a white poplar, Feeling between, The rough and soft, Towering tall. Kissing, touching, Bare skin raw,

You are... Sun.

The strength of your extremities, Penetrating, Empowering, enchanting, to, Overwhelming, overpowering, Taking over me. You melting, Thousands of moons in distance, After, Surrounding me by only, You, A God-being, In the afternoon. You, I feel, Against the outer parts of my body, And into the inside of me. Cut in quarters… One for love, For you, The calm innocence, and the, Anger, Filling up in you, No matter how much,

מאירה…

Exodus along the ocean’s side, A familiar walk from Egypt, Chag HaMatzot. A wave crashing above, My lover’s head, Poseidon’s voice then howling, “What have you done…” Across this oceanfront, Will the words, Memory’s face, Leave an imprint, On our hearts, or, Make our hands, Slip away from us, Lose. If I try to stand, On the sand, Past has brought me to, On this sacred, only space, Promised by God, Will I be safe to be with you,