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'56 BMW 507.

You lean in closer to my left bicep, pressing against my breast, your arm is a pressure that makes softness felt. You’re an excitement I feel from ankle to wrist while you recite into my left ear a fantasy you wish to act out. It describes me sitting in the passenger seat of a convertible we’re driving in, later on, In the night, Driving along a coastline, Dark lacing prisms from,

A kiss.

A kiss, what is this feeling of wet and firm and electricity. Your closeness is sweeping over me, like, indigo to black skies over fields of shadows kissing violet, reds and pinks. Your lips are warm, full, lush, and fully locked on me. I am within a transient fix by how meant to be, a power in waves running across my sensory. I fall into the embrace you have around me, you whistling breaths in my ear, the air licking leaves.

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,

An eclipse.

What is an eclipse? “An eclipse occurs when one heavenly body such as a moon or planet moves into the shadow of another heavenly body.” -Source unknown.

Azulene skyband.

My back against warm sand, Watching across, An azulene skyband. Faded from the turquoise glow, Your moody indigo, Kissing my peach city flow. Pink undertones of faded light, Outside and inside, Us, Moving together, In periwinkle delight. Where the orange of a sun, Says goodnight. You’re awake, A tan-kissed, Overcast, Of temperamental clouds, Into the night. You wait, Until the pearl, white moon, Takes over, Me. You like watching, Through the veil of shadow and light,

Birdie view.

Black & white mood.

Bloom.

To love you more this day than yesterday, I have bloomed in spirit of you, And within myself, Despite myself, And in spite of you. I love you. Between Jerusalem and Mexico series, a taboo love.

Blue breeze.

Original composition and audio.

Blue, and more.

Beautiful you are to me, from oceans. I feel so drawn to you, it makes blue melt. I’m happy and content between the horizon, the green, jagged rocks and your moods. Why did tides bring me to you. Would you and your God embrace me? How can I forget your sunlight, forget you? Questions I pray to you. I purely love you, your blue, and more. To care for you, stroke your hair under warm breeze with the soft touch of my hands, and more.

Bluest lake.

Blue is my smile, Over the bluest lake. One tree, On a summer day, Standing center, Overlooking how exceptional, You are to me. You, Behind me, Resting, Your arms, Wrapped tightly, Around the naked parts of me. Each of your legs, Pressed into each side of my thighs, Not setting free. Locking me to you, Your fingers, rough, around me. It is calm now. Not letting go. I feel my spine curling up into,