Every day
the book grows longer
and with every smile,
a longer life.
Every day
the book grows longer
and with every smile,
a longer life.
Our love outlives us
you see me and accept me
Take my golden lace
Go on
to your final home,
your paradise.
Where you will live
with your heart
as open
as your eyes;
you define you.
I live
to live.
I etched my fears into my dreams
and then removed the stitches.
Still, they were still there.
I will not unravel you
and never
will you fall to me.
For if your eyes are not
for me,
how can I forgive you?
The Negev sun
is brighter
behind my eyes.
Multiplied by the
strength of my love.
Return to me
and I will return to you.
How does the night love you?
When eyes remember eyes
they have forgotten,
my tail grows
longer and softer.
Golden Rome
where we go,
peeling ourselves away
from our ordinary lives
becoming storytellers
in one week
I wipe my eyes
My tears
-they fall to you.
I am home
I witnessed my family
return to me
for years
every day,
coming home with
patterned gold
embedded across their hands.
תכף
תכף נכתוב את הסיפור שלנו
לסיפור יש הרבה להגיד
הארמון בלי אנשים
הארמון נשבר
To open me
I open you.
We multiply;
angels for the
dust.
The sun builds
from the bottom of the moon.
Its claws
stretch the night
stars open.
Beams of light echo
until the moon comes to gather
the light.
When I know myself
When I am closer to the center of the poem
When my mother holds me
Me
and the me I never was
deny you
deny you
I
will always deny
my lust for you
An unfinished poem
is my gift to you
I feel your
heart beating
in mine.
Quickly
quicker
until it stops.
A beating heart never stops.
Those who
only stay
for the setting,
their hands
pressed to the cusp of
the moon.
You are not alone
in all of your
nights.
The nighttime
surprises.
The nighttime sun rises.
I wrote
your
goodbye letter
as a love letter
and you leaving
was Hashem’s wish.
Where do you
grow?
Where do you go?
I will love you
forever.
I will love me
forever.
Pictures of perfect love
placed in pretty places
and on vanities,
but lust is
a private thing.
The root
of the issue
is not you
nor I
but what we represent