for Ahron Traub
I want mine dark as tar
bittersweet as night
there are no psalms for wanting
or songs of longing late in the year
burning my heart comes again
not pleasant but ache of the forbidden
thou shall not eat of the coca,
I kneel at the altar of desire
twisting in forgiveness that doesn’t come
in streets lit by silver kisses
a mecca not to be travelled
no blessings there
a Cimmerian darkness cloys my nose,
tongue, throat
yet your poems dissolve in my mouth
fill my body with the ease of dreams
