I love my temptress
Revisiting my encrypted inscriptions
Fingers running down her spine in hieroglyphics
Azurite chemise hanging off her skin
Aureate lilies floating across her eyes
Releasing tension from her clenches
Bahri belamour
You're fatale, I can handle more
Umber tones the undertones of my paramour
You're narcotic, I can handle more
Sa'ës'ït floramour, my viole d'amour
is indigo the color of the monsoon
in the fiery chill of winter that burns
melting your resolve
in viole(n)t lightning
surging like veins in a cloud
bleeding the land and scarring the earth
with its violet blood
in liquid streams of surging light
that fuels the fire to survive the rain
the weatherman flies away
his resolve is burnt and snuffed out
in the absence of the sunny days
we used to talk about
now we plead with the sky
to take back our prayers for rain
before the mudslide comes like a chariot
to carry the flames downtown
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