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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, and the air licking leaves.

Abigail and Amos.

Amos: See that boat over there, Abigail? They are cars… On. That. Boat. Abigail: Sugar. Amos: Abigail, they are cars. Abigail: Sugar. Amos: Cars. Abigail: Sugar. Amos: They are cars, Abigail! Abigail: Sugar, Amos. Amos: You’re infuriating, Abigail. I’m telling you, they are cars on that boat, CARSSS Abigail! CARS, CARS, CA… HONK, HONK, HONK!@!#@! Abigail: I am walking away from you now, Amos. Excerpt from Between love poems and solitude.

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. Excerpt from A cat’s love.

Another urban jungle.

Urban jungle beat, Masked behind a concrete heart. Colors pink and orange. Excerpt from Between love poems and solitude.

Az Yashir Moshe.

Moses will sing in Exodus 15. -Torah Song at the Sea. The New York Public Library, For the Performing Arts New York City, Manhattan “Then Moses and the Israelites sang this song to the Lord. The Song of Moses and Miriam. Y estonces cantó Moxé y hijos de Israel.” — Shiri, Ariel and Kfir. My heart is shattered into pieces. Words are too small now. Israel will sing again. Excerpt and dedication from