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.

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