Ada Aharoni
METAL AND VIOLETS IN JERUSALEM
In a time of pomegranates
And yellow balloons,
Why are your looks
So bronze-like?
Deep in you
A valve is locked,
And even a warm
Yearning clasp
Cannot unlock
The metallic clasp.

How can I unpuzzle
Your dreams?

I wish I could sow
Violets under your pores
Until their scent
Melted your metal
Into mine,
I wish I could place
Jerusalem
In your hand.


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