Agudah
You don’t call me friend but brother,
Using my devotion for your shield.
Danielle my belle,
Age has a beauty revealed
far more glorious than the others.
They’ve made stars from your eyes.
They don’t like it when I call you sister,
such terms imply a blood line
farewells from brain cells -
We have another name to be assigned
One as Miss the other, a Mister.
Don’t ask me why.
You wanted to go home that fall
so I traveled with you.
A hotel in Israel
barely big enough for two
is all I can recall,
except for the starry sky.
We had always talked about love
as a thing outside our pair
Michelle did well
for inspiration and despair.
Though you never knew what I was speaking of.
Some words mean both hello and goodbye.
On Sundays you would sleep in
while I went to mass
Sell the church bells
and all the stained glass
for a little salvation from our sin.
Such homilies would make you cry.
Love could not mean as much as this
yet it is viewed as a demotion.
Rebel my dearest Danielle
against those destructive emotions -
They only serve to dismiss
a union that only family can supply.
