A knock; a faint








I slept but my heart was awake. Listen!
My beloved is knocking: “Open to me,
My sister, my darling, my dove,
My head is drenched with dew,and  dampness.”



I have taken off my crown and robe,
Beloved dove, must I put it on again?
I have washed my feet with ocean of myrrhs,
Beloved dove, must I stain them again?



My beloved ****** her hand through the latch-opening;
My heart began to pound for her.
I arose to open for my beloved dove,
Then my hands dripped with myrrh, on the handles of the bolt.



As I opened for my beloved dove,
But my dove had left; she was gone,
My heart sank at her departure,
I went cold like an iced block in juice



The watchmen found me and kicked me,
They bruised me; they off my cloak,
Those watchmen of my territory;
They are hounds of ****** and bee




My dear wind and breeze, I charge you,
If you find my beloved dove, tell her...
I've fainted with love and her love-ruins,
Let her make haste before the full moon.




©AUTHOR KELLY JUUZ
[A SALIENT PROLIFIC AUTHOR...]
^^25/07/2017
⊙ 03:45 AM