He takes my breath when he holds me in his eyes.
This room is not for us. We sense we are fidgeting.
Can I show you somewhere?
The trees shelter the bench where we will sit.
Let us go where the wind is, in the twilight.
Take my hand and lead me there.
We will arrive at the calm place.
There, when the time is right,
I will rest my head on your shoulder.
-at Hadar, as part of a class on Shir HaShirim taught by Alicia
Ostriker. Parallel to Chapter 7:11-13
No comments:
Post a Comment