Outside the grey day, we two nestled close,
your mouth to my mouth; you whisper
     dos gefelt mir – this pleases me.
The thousandth kiss of summer – bittersweet, too brief
as the clock swiped the midnight minute and the days bleed together
we were we – me-you – born, Ohev, my other.
My thigh high above your waist and you came
and when you came we arrived and in that moment
we became two parallel lines interesecting –
        -    bashert zein – destined.
I was your sweet pea, your maydala maydala, maydala.
I took you in , basen – so taboo.
We did as we do, unknown to others,
the known unnaturally close, they say.
Outside the rain falls thick, fast, and sideways
window slapping streaks, we sheet twisted in our love
and as I cried out your name all the window doves flew
as if to announce this consummation,
and my incense scented hair tented our kiss,
your skin redolent of mown-grass and privet
    - a thurible smoke blessing of the already what was.
Somewhere across town a fish-wife evil eye einrorch
I never did pay attention, my gaze fixed on you,
I thought only of your kiss.
emisse miesse – all of this is true.
You whispered
              Sarah