Whispering at dawn:
“Don’t keep me from what you know.”

Answer: Some things are to understand
but not say. Be quiet.

I saw you last night in the gathering,
but could not take you openly in my arms,
so I put my lips next to your cheek,
pretending to talk privately.

I want to hold you close like a lute
so we can cry out with loving.

You would rather throw stones at a mirror?
I am your mirror, and here are the stones.

Someone who does not bloom at the sight of you
is empty and numb like a drum stored away.

Someone who does not enjoy the names of God
                    and the words of prophets
remains apart from those.