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In black, slow motion.

You walk to me, in black, slow motion, then fast. I am alone, then your breath falls against my back. I hold my breath, in dark, before white snow takes you away. I cannot see, your fragrance grows behind me, close to me, choking me. Stillness all around me, mocking me, as if this is the last of me. Your air I am within, and your palm I feel reach my throat, your fingers sprawl across to hold me more.

In the blue, underneath.

I drift in an azure blue sea. Underneath, A moody beauty, Wanting too much. Branching fingers, That sprawl, Moving, Dividing me. Kelp and seaweed, Grabbing hold, With their extremities, Both wrapping around tight, Draping across, Pulling me. Prisoner to their kisses and strokes, Trapped, but not. I want to be here. Peeks of the night’s white glow, Casting down while, Entangled by, The tentacles of two that grab, And hold.

Indigo.

Indigo, Glows, In the summer, When, Sky, Falls, To touch, I, Anticipate, You. I walk into air and envision you. Hope for you. Walking towards you. Only light surrounding, Iridescent. An Ambanja panther chameleon, You. Blending in, City ports, Lights, Summer nights, And all the deepest, Sapphire shades, You, Invisible. I don’t want you. I need you. See you. I, Grip, To, You. Heat clinging to a pier holding, Only two.

Inseparable.

I lie with you, for a nap. Noon, one to two ‘clock. I love you, and I will dream with you as I rest, lazily as the sun moves from dawn to dusk. A cat’s love.

Lilac lake.

I hold your hand, My beautiful man, We walk by the lake. Why do you love me so? Is it because, I will always take care of you, With all my heart and soul. You deserve so much more. Our time, In our space, Sharing, Caring, Knowing each other, In ways others can’t ever know. You delight me, Like purplish tones, Misting up from this still water, Making a lilac lake,

Lover be to me.

Lover be to me, everything. To see you, beyond a moment, Between pillows, And cotton layers. To study your body, Like, the stars of constellations, With, Anticipation and, Long stares. What makes you move like that, Moan like that, and, Close your eyes. If heaven were ever, A place I could go, I would ask for, Only you to be there. Next to me, in that space, Allowing religion and,

Monterrey.

You like that, begging, pleading, spreading out for your display. Makes me think of Monterrey. Me pressed against a cold glass pane, asking over and over and over for you to finish with me. My thighs propped up and tired while you clench fully my throat from each side, me becoming your mold and shape, you knowing where to hold in order for me to still breathe. You command, “Don’t move, ma.

Mustafa مصطفى...

Mustafa مصطفى… Where are you. Are you there, Somewhere, In the dense forest green. Beautiful stranger, How do you say such things, Then disappear, leave, After quoting Rumi. You open up, Then gone, No trace. Your most tender thoughts, Following along. My heart is open, But together, glued. A spirit in touch and now, Removed. Please know, You leaving, It devastates. You didn’t hear me, Calling out to you, Were my words,

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,

My Babadook.

Underneath, you walk. A creak under old foundation, you caressing my feet, your favorite part. Old roots massaging the diagonal planks by herringbone pattern of hickory bark. You are far in distance, my Babadook, out of reach. To physically touch you is dark magic, black cat luck. You will stay right there, rest my temperamental love. My misty eyes are only meant for me to watch. Today to say goodbye, then the sprawling of branches, scraping three window panes across.

My fall.

My fall, soon you will arrive. No sadness in colors vibrant, bright. Burnt and copper, I do not mourn. The belly of red is amber’s energy, and the gray swallowing me, your heavy thoughts and moody stories. Lights flickering from houses, I feel not alone. Though no one knows from looking out windows, muted pleas and moaning cellos. And what you’re about to do while twisting me, holding me to,

My Universe.

My Universe, Gentle I will be. Unless you need a storm, A hurricane to form, Whisper it to me in the breeze, Between dusk and trees. I will adjust, my King, Always to temper, All your wants and needs. After splitting my thighs a part, Allow me. Under your moody sky, In twilight dreams, to sleep, To breathe, freely, Without your grasp, As tight of a hold. And peaceful breath,

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, a taboo love. … Visit archive for more writings and photographs.

Neshama sheli, from oceans.

Beautiful you are to me, Neshama sheli. From oceans you come to me, along the path kissed by sunshine’s radiance. I feel so drawn to you, it makes blue melt. Never can I forget you, now, I pray to you… Why do tides bring you to me, carrying with you, your endless dark. Do you and your God embrace me. I’m happy and content between the horizon, jagged rocks and sand, and your moods.

Noise.

I love you the same as noise, quivering in a pattern of soft sounds. Then you intensify in 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 all our naked forms. An understanding one seeks through pilgrimage to Mecca, Guadalupe or Lumbini, and the Temple of Solomon. I wish to see you in your colors, silence, and in your light.