Sivan by Sharon Esther Lampert

Dancing in his kitchen
To Cuban beats on a drum
Clothing falls to the floor, and
He sweeps me into the next door.

Making love in his arms
To Israeli rhythms on a heartbeat
Blankets fall to the floor, and
Passions are set free to pour.

Into the next day, as the music of
Love continues to play, a lovebird
Sitting on his sill, sings and sways, and
Waits for me to begin my day.

A cozy nest, a brief respite,
Before we again take flight,
Another day, another journey,
Encircling the sun, into the light.

by Sharon Esther Lampert

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