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.