Stealthily
Stealthily like a woman, secretly like shame
Her garb the cloak of night, dust particles her skin
As if summoned for me only and just for me a meal-offering
Shadow of the one who feasts the body, a shadow falls at my feet
And the powers have already finished debating
Since falsehood upon falsehood comes to an end
Her hair silvery night
Her hair softer than a feather
And it’s already too late to argue
That it was just a passing breeze
Look at this marvel: the body
Arched like the back of a chameleon
Bends over its shadow to kiss her.
NATHAN ZACH
