The poem reads as if written from another era.
In a message dated 8/22/01 3:28:07 PM, [log in to unmask] writes:
<< Namu's Nath [what's a nath?]
One night the blood-red gem fell from her nose.
She let it lie for memory's sharp sake, [memory's sharp sake - do you need
sharp?]
and soon her skin, long-pierced, began to close
and heal, which proved a strange mistake.
Perhaps love's vintage was a little soured
but she received a letter in his hand;
apologies and lies her heart devoured
and in return forgave as it had planned. [It? the letter?]
Ah. if the ruby stone were not in place
when they next met, and those dark eyes should miss
his loving gift's rich glint upon her face,
his questions might delay their greeting kiss.
She pushed the slender shaft through knitted flesh:
so ever women's pain and pleasure mesh. >> [interesting end line]
kol tuv, Ryfkah
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