Excerpt:
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we, the sun-chasers, bound to light,
[For the full version of the poem, contact the author.]
Zahar
we, the sun-chasers, bound to light,
and
zionist curfew the same,
fight to chant the
sun to rise over mountain
our love sun’s defiant reign
sand slips through
her fingers making a way to forgiveness
her exhale pushes slowly slipping passed the Hassidim’s sway
her prayer weaving
what remains
a somber brew
of hope…less…ness
despair tints the
canvas of brutality emerging
resisting the
moon
I fall into her
like thick mist
between winter barked trees,
when
there were trees,
she
pushing the lit-horizon’s cascading shade
my breasts skim her back
tongue to neck
she turns…
as the zahar brings hued-brilliance
defiant in wilting air