Like Eve’s
last words,
I was made from your rib
I replicated your golden
and masculine form
in my feminine body
Beneath us and above
there is no room
for loss
The remains of hunger
left this small city behind
and returned to their
creator
For your hunger forgot itself
by the river
for your child’s sake
My ancient loves
are the city of life
and the language of prayer
From your heart’s golden want
to your first love,
your last love awaits
A rose has no regrets
for even its thorns
have a purpose
Love does not go missing
or lessen
it grows
How do we return to ourselves who knew
the meaning and expression
of purity?
If for one night my love left me
I would extract them
from the blue of my heart
and return to Hashem
Hashem speaks of love
of self
of all humans
of Hashem
This love stays with us
The origin of light
is your
mother and father
Hashem created us
of them,
in their image
Where does your love go?
After the sun sets and
the night becomes you
Last night I danced
in my mother’s shadow
and in the mirror I became her
I left my lover
for who I may become
From where we come
I lost my first self
to the noise of the world
Soft melting love
that sounds like
rainfall and waterfalls
envelops my soul
Beneath anger
and beneath hunger
We are pure
In summer’s embrace
we walk towards ourselves,
away from loss