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.