To Lizzy

Thou are a special girl
Worth thy weight in camels
Fine honey drips from thy fingertips
and on thy lips are streams of milk
thy teeth are like a flock of sheep
Newly shorn and washed
Each one bearing twins

thy two breasts are like two deer
Twins that feed on the lilies.

Cover me with apples
For I am sick of love

Who is this that comes out of the wilderness,
like pillars of smoke, perfumed with fragrant spices?
Thy pungent, fecund aroma brings to mind
Thy fertility
and thy childbearing hips
Wide as the ships which traverse the oceans
And strong loins that wrap about a lover like a blanket.

Thy hair is a flock of goats moving down the slope of the mountain
Thy wide fecund hips bring me to the oasis of delight
Delight covered in soft,downy grass
As pomegranates were in bloom

Ah! my precious pearl of feminine wonderment!
Ah! My joyous one!
My dove, my perfect one, is the only jewel,
The darling of her who bore her
Flawless in her mother's sight
I am my beloved's and my beloved is mine

Ah, yes, my dove, Thou hast a milkedwhite male
My prancing mare with a milkwhite mane
Thy belly is a heap of wheat
Encircled with lilies.
Thy navel is a rounded bowl
Never without wine.

Thou art finer than any jug of wine
A loaf of bread and a jug of wine and thou
thou

O! that Thou were my sister!
Who nursed at my mother's breast!
If I met Thee, I would kiss Thee,
and none would despise me.

I would kiss the fulsome lips
and heat my breast with desire upon thy ruby lines
Thou hast ravished my heart
My sister, my desire
my bride.
Thou hast lit a fire in my loins
My mistress, my queen.
The fire rages day and night, and there is no quenching it.

To quench my desire
Thy lips distill nectar, my bride,
The scent of Thy garments is like the scent of cedars.
Ah, my bride, my love!
Thy dewy white skin enflames me.
It shines in the desert like diamonds on the sands,
like milk on the ground.
As smoooth as a milkwhite gourd
Thy nectar flows between thy creamy thighs

Thy neck is a tower built for an armoury,
Upon which hangs a thousand bucklers
All shields of mighty men
Ah look how mighty they are my dove
Thou conquerest them all
Merley by a glance
Strong as the pillars of a town,
Befitting the mother of nations

Look not upon me, because i am grizzled,
Because the world has looked on me with disfavor.
Look upon me because of my manly girth
Together we will be the cedars of lebanon,
Upright and fragarant in beauty
And I , I shall always be upright for Thee my love
As unbending as a rod
A spear, ready to defend,
To impale at a moment of danger
Charging into battle with the conquest of love as my target

My target, my treasure, my love
Oh cherished one, oh font of desire
In Thy eyes are pools of desire, and gold dusts Thy toes
Pleasure lives in thy eyes,
In depths of inky blackness.
Thy nostrils are fine, deep caverns
flaring with heat and passion even as a mare.
The lifegiving breath that enters therein
My dearest one, my only joy.
Thy heated belly enflames me
Thy gossamer breath the lifegiver
My sustenance
Brushing my lips, my limb, my staff
Rejuvinating me
Thou art agile limbed my petal
Thy limbs as graceful as my prized mare

Come let me ride Thee
As a mare between my thighs Thou will'st fly on the wind
We will reach the gates of heaven
Thy softness wrapping supply around the spring trees
As newformed reeds in the river
Thy flowing waters cascading down me
Watering the drought on my limbs
With the juice of finest pomegranates
Ah! rain on! rain on my love!
And I am reborn
As a phoenix to the flame of my desire
A soaring falcon on the wings of thy love
A moth drawn to a flame
Destroyed by its brilliance
Consumed entirely until only its ashes remain

But lo! I am drawn up again born by the power of thy love
A babe to suckle at thy breast
And a child to wean from the breasts of his mother
Awakened, awash in rivulets of desire
Only thy fingertips, trails of lightening on my skin, awaken me

Ah! rejuvinate me my love
Bring forth my manhoo, my velvet steel
That I might place it at the portals of bliss
The stool of my desire,
The seat of utter joy
Let me crown you with pearls of happiness

My love.
Thou art the dawn
Thou are the shining moon
Thou art my sun, new risen over the sands of the desert
Illuminating the dry dunes in my soul

Thy scorn freezes me in death
Never turn away my love!
Return the sunlight of your countenance upon me
Turn back to me, my love!
That I might bask in thy radience,
Sun-belly up, a basilisk under thy rays of light

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