Excerpt:
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we, the sun-chasers, bound to the light
[For the full version of the poem, contact the author.]
Diaspora Winds
we, the sun-chasers, bound to the light
and
zionist curfew the same
fight to chant the
sun to rise over mountain
our love brought to
life by the sun’s defiant reign
her lips inhale
legacy’s inheritance
weighed down with
blood,
grief, love
my heart sits
closed as
sand slips through
her fingers making a way to forgiveness
her exhale of air
pushes slowly slipping passed the Hassidim’s sway
her prayer weaving
what is left
into a somber brew
of hope…less…ness
despair tinting the
canvas of brutality, emerging
never accepting the
moon
I fall into her
like thick mist
between winter trees
when
there were trees
she pushing the
horizon’s light through shade
my breasts skim the
expanse of her back
as my tongue finds
her neck
she turns…
as the zahar brings hued-brilliance in defiance
to wilting air