Ghazal & Variations on the Song of Songs

You are more beautiful


than all the skinny girls.

Winter becomes you


When I leave the imprint of my love

is on your shoulder, breast: smooth, cool cleavage

We will catch our voices—come away

my love, to the market, squander this while


Arise my love, my beautiful one

and come, and come away

Let us spend ourselves, strong as passion

grave as the cello


Remember the first time

when we kissed

sun streaming through the doorway

endless as this