Shabbat,
and I am filled
with young-love
energy, my heart
flutters like the
carburetor on my
father’s chrsysler
borrowed for first
date you come down
the stairs, Shekinah,
like a very physical
dream how many
shades of she is
your hair what
possible colors
are not included
in your eyes I
reach out my
hand for the last
few steps you
pull me up and
up and up and up