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I wait for you in seasons.

Your silk and skin drape over me, The red in a crimson sunset, Complimenting me. My pink under gold of your, Smile and bloom. I love you beyond close and here. I wait for you in seasons, Fall to winter, and past cold. You are life and bold, Returning, allowing me to, Admire the brightness of your glow. Stay with me until November arrives, And fall leaves, Disappear. Only I awake when you are within,

I wait for you, mother.

Up close, your lips make me smile. They make me touch them, calling to me, wanting me to know who you are… Mother. I talk to you in a voice too young to speak, I admire you, and I follow you everywhere. In the sun, and in depths where your shadow is sometimes too scared of the dark. I wait for you in the dirt, sitting between winter sun and summer night, and surrounded by the black-eyed susans your eyes are made from.

I watch over you.

I watch over you, soldier, From above. Calling out, For eyes more powerful, Than my own. To guide me, To see you, Clearly from so far, Over water, Between desert and forest. When you doubt, Look up at the stars. When you feel the wind, Lean back. I’m whispering to you, From your left side, “I’m right here, In your arms.” The touch, From someone else, When you’re both alone,

I'm up, ma.

I’m up, ma, Watching you, too, My eyes on you from this bed, Lying in between wake and rest. I see last night on your skin, The marks and stress. Don’t worry, my Queen, I’ll be taking care of you, In just a moment. Seeing you now, Bare back I’d kiss. Pantyless, I can’t help grabbing hold, Stroking, Thinking what to do to you next. I’m leaning back imagining you, but,

Impossible.

I think of you sometimes, what was once you. How our talks use to go, the ones before I could have a boy in my room. Just you and me on the phone, claiming one another so we both know. Convincing me to meet you in the night, between the willow trees’ path and dark drenched in moonglow. How could I say no. I recognize not knowing you, the face now showing you.

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. Peeks of the night’s white glow, Casting down while, Entangled by, The tentacles of two that grab, And hold. The colors of an evening,

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. Excerpt from 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 take care of you, With all my heart and soul. You deserve so much more. You delight me, like, Purplish tones, Misting from this still water, Making a lilac lake, Of pastel, moody glow. Breathing in, It’s truly heaven here with you. You are tranquility, innate. As if you are a life force of flowers,

Lover be to me.

Lover be to me, everything. To see you, Between pillows, And cotton layers. To study your body, like, 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 a space, Allowing religion and, Air to move between,

Monterrey.

You like that, begging, pleading, spreading me out for your display. Makes me think of Monterrey. 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, the center of my collarbone, becoming your mold and your shape. You know where to hold your right hand, on the part of the thigh, wrapping almost completely around, touching the part that sits now between your thumb and my… I’m unable to breathe.

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. All your beauty, gone. Did you leave because, You’re in your thoughts now. Needing time to understand, If what you shared, You can do now. You are all my thoughts now,

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.