Let me see.
If I sit down in front of my laptop,
with my fingers on the keyboard,
will I begin to write with the urgency
of my lips?
Will they speak of my love
for you in the braille of my fingertips,
outlining the image of you forever
transmigrated in my heart?
Will I go a thousand kisses deep
with Cohen and feed you orange blossoms
of our redemption?

My love, do you remember the shards we put together,
one by one, lacerating our tongues? The
exquisite torture of becoming lovers, again.

A dying worm once said
I have no bone and spine
But not without courage
Some soldier ants stood stiff

What is my wrong doing?
O! Mother Nature, mine
That I can’t even fight
In the face of danger

If you must kill me now
I’m not afraid to die
But first take me someplace
Where there is plenty sand

Before you start to bite
Deep down into my skin
And carry my body
To feed your lazy queen

It’s a brand new dawn
hear the birds sweetly singing.
See them flying, perching grooming, canoodling
Darting here and there all in a happy play.

The rays of sunlight
Those radiant beams a glowing.
Uninvited guests they are but welcoming
For at every visit are burdens to slay.

The dew on the rose buds
slowly melting in the morning sun dripping.
Down to the ground undoubtedly, cooling, irrigating
I’ve never seen life so happy and gay.

MY FATHER’S HOUSE

My father’s house is built
of mortar and stone
and stands a thousand years
or more
strong among all others
alone.

My father’s house is my name
and my name is the world
I carry in my seed

My father’s house is honor
dignity and pride.

I am my father’s house
standing strong
alone
against the shame
you bring to your own