Thinking of my Desdemona
lifting her skirt to fly
And wondering if she would
wear one for a tryst
In
her car during meet-ups
Windows
tinted darkly
T’would
be thrilling to set a spark
Like
Scheherazade in an Arabian night
Trying
to please a lover
For
another day for love
Not
even in a thousand one nights
Would
it be safe to say
Evenings
home before midnight
Though
spending many days
Climbing
many mountain
Living
different dreams,
Memories
make the evening longer
While
glasses of rum make it short
But a picnic on the grass in
A park with Mogen David concord grape
Reading
Rubaiyat bilingually
Sipping
each quatrain kissed by sun
Moving
twice in place
she is like an egret at the gate
February
4, 2021
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