|Like A High Priestess
Like a High Priestess I mix colors
on the floor. Lots of men are laid out
at my feet like fine carpets.
Lots of men want to live in my breath
but my breath isnt there.
They breathe on my nape and tell me
Enter, they groan in a tempest of tight
jeans. Theyll never smile at me,
Im not a party to their transgression.
When I stumble they offer me
a clumsy hand, or
I bend over night after night in my thin mini
dress and make my bed.
They cant even see
my clit or grab my
ass. These are truly two of the wonders
of the world; they dont realize
what theyre missing when theyre not
laid out at my feet like fine carpets.
İRachel Eshed. İtr. David Cooper. The Hebrew text is a digitized copy
taken from HAVTACHOT
published by Hakibbutz Hameuchad Publishing House Ltd., P.O.B. 1432,
Bnei Brak 51114 (Tel Aviv) in 1996; with permission.