O luminous beauty
Jewel of the summer
your eyes
make me think of my homeland.
They sing of the cedars
and olives.
Your night-black hair
is bound up like the dusk
and the thick scent
of jasmine
which tumbles down
in the thick evening.
Your coral smile
is a pomegranate
cracked open at dawn
spilling forth sweetness.
O gazelle,
I would leap the
garden fence
to place my head
in your lap,
to hear your low voice,
and feel your fingers
run over me
like winds in the palms,
as I count your perfections
which number as
the sands.