The Poet

I saw my face in your face

two shadows

obsession

of one

This summer

I was a healer

For my own body

and for yours

I painted your glass eyes

with the colors of heaven

Where has my love gone?

Hidden in the ruins

of heaven

At the first call

for prophets nearing

I lost my sound

I lost my way

There is an abundance of Hashem

Why do you forget my love

when faced with

the hues of

the sun?

The meaning of loss

is your falling grace

and desire to be

sensuous

Do you lose yourself?

In the sea among those

you once were,

can you locate your

true self?

The poem blinds me

Its sincerity is beyond

my knowledge

of love

Nearly all

of the earth’s sensuality

lives within

this city

Does your love

know my love?

Are they one

or apart?

Before time came and left

there was such lack of knowledge

that the planet left itself

in pieces

Three lovers

who enchant their neighbors

return to their self

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