Ghazal & Variations on the Song of Songs

You are more beautiful

now

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