After all this time
Why did she enter my dream state
She didn’t even speak she was like a mime
Is this my fate
To dream about women that left me
Now she’s back in my head
I thought I was over her finally
I wish I dreamt about a different woman instead
For those of you who know
This one is about Giovanna, the one that cut me out
You know that she did a number on me, I got so low
For a little while I admit that I did pout
In this dream she hid from me under a table
I still don’t understand why
That was not cool
I almost wanted to cry
After I found her she power walked away
She had a big frown on her face
Let me tell you, I was not okay
I wanted to grab her hand but I felt like it wasn’t my place
When she drove away I snapped back to reality
Again I can’t understand why I dreamt about her
I was so close to finally being happy
Maybe she’ll give me another chance now that she’s older
And if not I might just cry
And wipe away those tears and ask once again “Why”

I felt like a glowing snowflake
In his masculine embrace
Feeling his touch of tenderness
Tracing my chocolate-covered skin
Had my gayness climbing
To the highest of heights
To blissful ecstasy

He lit me up like a fragrant candle
In the sensual night
Had me floating
In his imposing sea
Of irresistible dopeness

Sheer machoness
That robbed me of my breath
He consumed me
Left me utterly lovestruck
By the untamed magic of his **** love

He was my honey-hued homeland
My intoxicating dream lad
My ****, sweet heartthrob
With him, the world faded away
I felt unbound, wholly and solely
Anchored in the profoundness
Of his astoundingly mesmerizing delightsomeness

The girls in Gaza love chocolate wafers or chocolate bars.
They also love cappuccino drinks with choco granules.
All of these have become luxury items that they cannot afford.
They can no longer enjoy because they have no money.
All they can do is upload old photos of themselves eating chocolate or drinking cappuccino.
All of this gives a little spirit to themselves who are weak and tired of surviving in the midst of the chaos.
They want to stay alive until the chaos ends.
So they can smile again in the midst of serenity.
While enjoying their favorite chocolate and cappuccino.
That's the life they love.
That's the life they fight for.


April 2025

By Alvian Eleven

Sit quietly now
and look
beyond the page

the blurs
outside the lines
and patterns
shape the hours
in our days

gently shade my creamy skin
in creases, tints and hues

creating a colorful universe

just a crayon
me and you