My skin glows like the lake at nightfall
My hips are round and
smooth as riverstones my
hair is like gazelles like
waterfalls my elbows
like swans' curved necks
My hands have turned to
furled blooms my lips
to moonbeams and what
have you done with my
eyelashes so dark and
velvety I can't see
anything but your
affection
Strip the animals the
plants the nature
from me let me be
human to you
Put away your pen
It is not necessary
not here
not now
(after reading the first two chapters of
Shir haShirim, the Song of Songs)
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