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A Sothern gentleman.

Act 1: Under shade.

Before leaving you too soon, Only a moment, Sit with me, close, To tell you how much, I love you inside. To watch the quietest day, Seen in its vibrancy, Silhouetted by the scent of your, Cologne baking in the sun, Under shade. I will kiss your warmth goodbye, but, Stay in love, Inside. Remember me, though, I am far away, You are with me inside, Cocooned in my heart, a moment,

Act 2: Old-fashioned.

Following your musk scent, close behind you, I follow the line of your footsteps. Your fingers covering my fingertips, we fitting in this space, empty and to ourselves. A quiet corner, you order an Old-fashioned, just like in those old black & whites. “I love you.” You always remind me. I know. You worry my heart will leave earth, without knowing your heart is mine. You say, “Don’t be home feeling lonely, call me.

Act 3: South train headed north.

I’m leaving you for a little while. On a South train, east of Tennessee, headed north. Lyrics of I don’t want to set the world on fire, muted to soft, heard only over metal hitting the metal track and making it pulse. I feel the train leaving the platform, soon to be in your arms. My playlist ready, to think about you some more. Holding a Ralph Ellison, From the bookstore, west in the city,

Behind me.

You formulated this idea in my mental kitchen that I will nurture and take care of you in such ways. Be the woman enveloped with the most secret parts of you. Be sweet to you… You love my sweetness the most. You never had a woman so willing, so caring, that when you walk through the door, towards, the energy I absorb. Anything you ask, I’m your mami, all yours. I don’t even need to know where you are… You are behind me, arms folded, waiting, agitated, becoming even more.

Black & white mood.

Bracelet.

City kitty.

City walks (and sits).

Crown of Dumbo bridge.

Curled up.

Sleepy girl, sleep, Curled up. I’ll watch over you, You nap. I’ll catch your dreams, If only they escape. Don’t worry, I’ll be here, Sweet girl, When you wake.

Ginastera and tulips in b&w.

Guitar and tulips.

I love you, When you smile while playing, Your guitar. Asturias, By Albéniz, With tulips romantic and bright, You gave to me a moment before. I love you, In the middle of the floor, Sitting and fading away into the, Afternoon, and into the, Landscape of you, and, Your kind of mood, Naked in your arms, Later on. Between Jerusalem and Mexico series, a taboo love.