By Yasen Vedrin
(The Vine of Engadi)
“Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth:
for thy love is better than wine…”
(Song of Solomon 1:2)
In gentle sips come drink me with your affection,
I am not tart, yet shivers I can create.
If I am hidden – find me with devotion,
If you ignite me – wildly I will radiate.
The breath encounters no predetermined blame,
It drinks up every joy, and counts no score.
In aimless meanings searching for hope’s flame,
Drunk on the call – through kisses it will pour.
And somehow pre-designed by ancient wisdom,
It whispers words like drops of Holy Oil.
Pour me not in a glass or cup’s short freedom!
Into your heart, beloved, let me coil!
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