Nur of my dispassion




Nur


of my dispassion…
you jumped with your back
towards my face.
I adored your back sprinkled 
with kindness!
I don’t want for your eyes
that are so crammed pins
to scrutinizing my eyes
coloring them alkaline
in a face to face farewell.
Do it in front of our friends
so I don’t kiss you.
May our embrace rush the heat
of this mid-day hunger
before the world becomes toxic,

but remember to give me your back.

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