Is not for sale,
Every moment is precious.
19/2/2025

for naǧí

you naǧí nudge my cheeks

with verbal finger stroking,
dumps down all around
but you find favor in some
madcap quick dashed scrip
coaxing muscle moving,
****** muscles returning to
an etched groove ready,
all in the shape of a decidedly
U
(a capitol you!)
when U

you naǧí nudge my cheeks

if you know how to listen…see below


https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/1971/11/27/game-plan

Unlike life,
Love has meaning
To cherish and be cherished

Unlike life,
Love is pretty
Is the face that i long for and remember

Unlike life,
Love is colorful
Like an abstract painting that captures emotion

Unlike life,
Love is predictable
Like a terrible chess player or bad movie plot

Unlike life,
Love will stay
For as long as love would

And unlike life,
I don't want love to end
I don't want love to leave.

By the curse of isolation condemned to me
I now pronounce you, "free"

I know it's not your decision. But, thank you for coming into my dream last night. It was just enough.
I don't know if that's what i needed. To fill up this endless void. But i think it was decent. It was just enough.
I love you. But that's okay if only the image of you that loves me. At least a part of me thought. It was just enough.
I've defeated. By the slow long march of time. By the impatiency of the longing. It was just enough.
I've met you. In this hideous timing that doesn't even give a clue. It was just enough.

I know it was never your decision. But, thank you for visiting my dream last night. It was just enough.