Nur

Nur

of my dispassion…

you jump with your back

towards my face.

I adore your back,

extremity sprinkled

with kindness!

I don’t want to see your eyes

full of so many hurtful pins

scrutinizing my eyes,

coloring them alkaline

in a face to face farewell.

Do it in front of our friends

so I don’t charge and kiss you.

May our embrace rush the heat

of my mid-day hunger

before the world becomes toxic.