Jezebel
1. My beloved is mine,
yet I am not his.
2. His existence alludes me,
devoid of his presence I remain.
3. For dwelling within your presence,
kissing your mouth, O your mouth,
surely, I would be despised as the prostitute that dwells by the well.
4. Yes, my beloved is mine!
Yet I am not his.

The spirits echo.
5. His water unleashes.

Jezebel
6. A rush, a pang,
that face—
the face of my darling.
7. Allusive, kind, beautiful,
unconventional,
those auburn swirls plopped atop.
8. They taunt me, melt me,
reminding me of what I ought not think;
What I ought not know.
9. In his deepest depths I dwell,
all night I seek my beloved
but he does not find me—
trapped I remain.
10. The coarse grain of sweat folded within the grasses of my beloved’s field after a long day
—are those beautiful and fiery as well?
I am condemned to a life of wonder.
11. Yes, my beloved is mine!
Yet I am not his.

The spirits echo.
12. Unwinding the length of her body in his water.

Jezebel
13. The auburn passes me with a smile and hello,
my cheeks speak betrayal,
turning the fiery shade of red my navel aches to touch.
14. Perfectly twirled and curved as the sea,
the sea I desire to part me.
15. Yes, my beloved is mine!
Yet I am not his.

The spirits echo
16. His waves bring her to shore.

Jezebel
17. Reality returns in various blurs of red,
his field of red wheat—so lovely, but orderly,
the wildness lost within the oil,
no sign of coarseness and sweat;
a drought.
18. My beloved escapes me,
Yes, my beloved departed.
19. He vestiges as just another fantasy,
I remain parted and drown by the existence of his waves.
20. Yes, my beloved is mine!
Yet I am not his.

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