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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.

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,