ABISHAG

I would make love to you
I would with gentle lips and hands
        proffer you trembling pleasure.
                I would aggress--
                not repress--
        clothe you with warmth and then express
        the bounty of the flesh
        in measure full,
        replete with tenderness.

But the season is not right.

The autumn evening's chill
        defines the boundary that my blood may reach.
I must retain my warmth within
        until I know
        the consummation of the coming winter's snow.

If, when spring returns,
I find myself still here,
        ah, then, my dear,
        my beautiful one ...

Then I would be thy Shulamite.

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I AM ANIMA

A Poetry Chapbook
by
Honora Finkelstein

© 1997

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