Here's a revised version---not Sufi, not especially 'mystical', but perhaps
more easily understood. Comments welcomed.
Judy
SIDELINED
blade in my jeweler's saw,
you quaver and lock taut
I slice you, waxed,
through copper and silver sheets
but oh my love you confound me
you slice through my breathing,
through the crickets' throb,
that one-note ache that slows my tools
thunder, lazy raindrops
an autumnal storm pocks the river
and lightning follows your face
you leave me now
you go, like a fox to the grapes
tail flicking
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jbprince
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