Abram and Sarai

Abram and Sarai

You are still mine although your hair is straight

And shimmering scents surround you as you move.

You are still mine, the power of my love

Could melt those golden rings. I am your fate

As you are mine. The feather of your breath

That strokes my throat with every sigh, those eyes

That bathe me in the solace of their rays

Remind me that your absence is like death

When you're with him. The secret that we share

Sustains me when I lie at night alone

And tell myself our love is stronger than

The jasper Knot of Isis that you wear.

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I am still yours despite the golden rings

And precious balms that scent my skin and hair.

I am still yours, the power of your love

Has branded me and when the future brings

Me back to you the fire in your eyes

Will sear me without pain and purify

My spirit and my flesh for when I lie

With him the echo of the vow that ties

Our fates persists throughout the toil. His play

Is as the sky at night where cold white stars

May please but never burn and secret tears

Await your warming sun, your long, hot day.