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I am learning the distance of mikvah
estranged from her furrowed emptiness in the mattress
until I straighten the sheets
isolated longing smothering my soul.

Draped in an olive caftan
She sits at the table
Discomforted restless eyes full of sorrow
A silent thkine begs release form from the
Molesting menstrual lover twinging her loins
 
She sits exiled by the replaced
Siddur on the table between us
In the mystery that forbids
drinking of her breasts.
 
I long the end of our
menstrual apartheid
awaiting an embrace
from death to bridal rebirth.
 
Daily I count the distance
that renews the garden of her smile
in sunlit watered pampered privacy.
 
Recede the bleeding unborn blood
undrunk of life’s seminal milk.
Going, the clotted vines of unformed souls.
Opening are the gates separating
our universal fabric of sanctity,
 
Stronger, more certain, re inviting
awakened forgotten receptive certainties.
dissolving the twinned sinful purity.
 
No act, no sensual burden
She is relieved of urgency
Bleeding chaotic impurity giving way.
small, new hope, with tendrils of new desire
cutting through to tender renewal.
 
I take the dishes from her,
Whisper distanced sureties of my affection
Taking your wifely burden in her time of consolation
Rest I assure her, the growing suds
Tickling my wrists
In my thoughts drifting
Loving Images cradle close
in tender reunion.