על שפת הלילה

Often I recall your loving touch.

A quality comes pouring down your fingertips

Of aerial kindness, golden coloured,

Washes my skin with lucid tides

Of sweetness, striped with soft azul.

Often I recall your healing kiss:

Delivered on two cushions, silky warm,

A condiment so precious, taste of honey

To sting my heart of hearts, my pain, and my delight,

To cleanse the bruise; for bruised I am.

Often I recall your eyes of sky

Or were they snow? Or were they fountains?

Or were they droplets of the misty dew at dawn

Or seas, or veils through which your Hidden peeps

Or mirrors through which I gaze at mine?

Often I recall your heart

And when I do, my heart yearns back

To the rocky pulse, steady as the ground beneath your feet

(Though its terrors were as dark as Ocean’s deep)

And to the vastness of its mercy, its song of home and beauty…

My heart weeps and lulls itself to sleep.

Often I am ailed by recollections

Of your being. Though dismembered, disembodied,

They travel sharp into my nostrils over mountains, lands and years

And meet my heart’s eye as does sunray through canopy.

I-remember-you-embodied-in-me

And pay some days’ or minutes’ toll

Then reappear into this garden’s breeze, on this twilit fall.

4.10.20