Naftali Primor, Poetry

נפתלי פרימור, שירתי

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In your hands / it's not

The best ingredient will fail
if it is overcooked
it will be degraded if it is undercooked
it is in your hands
the sounds of making love spreads wide
beyond your power to resist
reflective to her appearance, a stretch
breast, hot lips
he smells her voice, ready to dance her
.showing: I can
her senses are covered
her judgment is left behind
she is convinced, a strange word
:comes out of their breath
I love you
a solid fact, now they're two in one
left alone to theirs will
expectations retreated
it's not in your hands
someone will cry