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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,

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.

Noise.

I love you the same as noise, quivering in a pattern of soft sounds. Then you intensify, in a vibration, coming on dark, moody and strong. Unique, the nights I look forward to, knowing the man you are… Furious, in love, and devoted to knowing you and me in all our naked forms. An understanding one seeks through a pilgrimage to Mecca, Guadalupe or Lumbini, and the Temple of Solomon.

Penelope.

I understand, Penelope. I, too, am equally interested in my own shadow while walking sometimes.

Pink mood.

Pink petals.

Pink petals are soft, Grow from a concrete jungle, I touch you and smile. Between Jerusalem and Mexico series, a taboo love. … Visit Archive and About for more content and author details. Visit me at jasminebyemoon on Vero.

Purple mood.

Romanced by the South.

I am romanced by the South. Where the South Carolina peaches are juicy and the sweet tea overflows. Where a gentleman’s hospitality is in abundance, like, Moses parting the Red Sea whenever a lady approaches any door, from the left side, the right side, and down the middle. Where lyrics about his dog running away and his woman coming back are heartfelt, and heard through every speaker. And where a little green gecko has stolen my heart.

Spring mood.

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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.

Where the wildflowers grow.

Where the wildflowers grow, Towards the sunlight, In fleets of vibrant colors, Encapsulated in early evening dew. Within grasp, the late afternoon, Sun dropping off, Behind trees, We walk to the farmer’s stand, Holding hands, With night starting to move. Air is heard two seconds, Before caressing our skin. Among chirping insects, Kneel to worship, The canvas of pink, Warm yellows and greens, Violets, Grouped in couples of twos. Skies and clouds peeking through,

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,