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Silhouette in nude.

You love women, their architecture, design. You’ve loved them since the first moment you masturbated to thoughts of one, trying to recall every part of one. Your favorite, the mature kind. I remember you told me about the wife across the road, down the way, before you went off to war too soon. She’d let you watch her through a glass pane window, so you could learn where to touch, and then maybe practice some more later on.

Silhouetted feline.

In shaded sun, I’m gazing off nowhere. I like to visit often, My space, just sitting here. I look at many things, As they walk by, but, I’m most content, In my heart, By your left side. I will sit here for a little more, It is very warm. You may admire my posture, My beauty, Then I’ll be closer, Curled up, On you, Seducing you into the, Late afternoon.

Silver lake.

Silver blooms from lake. Trees whistle a lullaby, I lie in grass blades. To wait for you is still and forever. I think before about this place. When you and me, we walk pass the trees. Making that sharp turn into the glow, where no one sees. I lie on you, in memory, on blades of grass as they cut me. Love poems and solitude.

Sophie and mornings.

In sunlight by the piano, and next to me always. She sometimes will sing, accompanying me. A cat’s love.

Still of me.

Morning to sunset, The sun will come and go, And set on you, to, Think about, How you would, Warm me, when I am cold, And you are alone. If only to know your voice, In between the sweet, The black, The sky, The water, The bitter, And sitting with you. This would mean love, In a way that only, The moon, And the void know. Centuries from now, You will see me, vividly, Unknown to me.

Still reflection.

Loving you is to know, Fog between that space in between, You and me, and, In morning light, your, Still reflection safe in my harbor, Sailing in from night. You return as a lover would, Caring only about the sounds, Love makes, tracing, Soft lines to remember the, Details of me. Between Jerusalem and Mexico, a taboo love.

Storm عاصفة...

Storm عاصفة… I remember how you feel, With your hands, Around my waist like that, Your thighs, Around my hips like that, Asking me, “Is this what in love is like?” Your voice, from far away, If only once, To hear again. “Hi, habibti.” “My Prince.” “I’ve been waiting to hear only those two words, my love.” “I’m here for you, Prince. To make every part of you feel whole.”

Su Casa.

“As long as I can see you, Know you for a while,” he pleas. You worry… Don’t worry, you’re enough. Just to know all of you, A young, sweet Prince, From the other part, Of an opposite globe. “Meet me at six, by the water.” Agreed. You distract me, Reminding me of someone. He struggled, too, With where, To be held by. The voices in his head. Another story. To walk, to talk,

Summer's symmetry.

Summer’s symmetry, Water sounds in sync to night, Illuminated. Love poems and solitude. … Visit archive for more writings and photographs.

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.

Surrounded by blue.

I am swept up into you, Infinite and patient, powerful love. I, soft clouds, wrapping and reshaping, Caressing your trunk, Leaves, And extremities. Space between to gaze upon the, Unyielding wonderment of you. You, Surrounded by blue. Love poems and solitude.

Tangerine.

Tangerine tides, I lie down, Surrounded in the quiet, Of a wave, And its crash. You, in the room, A stroll back, Sleeping, Beautifully, With the side of your face, Showing a smile, While you dream. Rest, my Prince. From last night, Before orange rose, You decide, To get me drunk, On strawberry wine. Licking whip cream off, Key lime pie. With me held down, By the weight of yourself,

Té amo, from el gato.

I sit on the bed my human sleeps on… I like to wait, Sit and insist, She, Come to me, to, Hold me, tight, But not too close. It is 10 o’clock. Where is she? One day, I will be a ghost. She will wish I was here, but, I will be on the other side, Flip side of, This world and universe. She will be sad not to pet me anymore,

Tell ‘em Gerónimo sent you.

Hey, psst… You Meira? You the one heading north. Me and my boys need you to do some work of an inconspicuous nature for us down here… We need you to frame, I mean courier some packages, sensitive photographs let’s say, back and forth. Understand? Me: I don’t really… I ain’t asking… Look for Bugsy, he’ll take care of everything, and your accommodations. Me: I already have a… Tell ‘em Gerónimo sent you.

Time stops.

In moments, I love you, Purely love. In a moment, When heart and skin, Touch, Time stops. Only in that space, When happiness and, Existence meet. For you, Me, Brief. Love, Only love. Between Jerusalem and Mexico, a taboo love.