Aryeh Klapper
Beauty as barrier.
Often the flash of a blade
sharper than its edge.
II
Imagined death kills.
Wife and son lost together
To the flashing blade.
III
Angelic voices
crying against Eden. Stop!
Touch not, wound never.
IV
The tears of angels
blind. To see past sympathy
is more than human.
V
Together—no more.
The living and the dead live
too different lives.
VI
Body and Spirit.
Pleasure delayed forever
is the purest pain.
VII
With you as my wife
I think I yet reach Eden
and restore my life.