My Beloved (Part Ii)

Milk and honey are under your tongue. Your teeth are like a flock of sheep just shorn, coming up from the washing. Each has its twin, and none is alone. Your voice is like apples of gold in silver frames, so as the fragrance of apples fill your breath, speak to me. Call my name for your words are smooth as oil, majestic as your crown. Your hair is like the flocks descending from mount Gilead; like royal tapestry, it's glorious and I'm captured by your tresses. Your temples, behind your veil, are like the halves of a pomegranate, and your ears are bordered with rings of gold and studded with silver. Your neck is a tower of ivory with necklaces of gold, and your shoulders slope like the falls, as your arms cascade your body. Your breasts are like twin fawns, tender, browsing among the lilies. Your stature is like a palm tree, and your breasts are like its cluster of fruit. I will climb my palm tree and take hold of your fruit. They are like the clusters of the vine; they are like the best wine bringing me full contentment- so shall I be satisfied with your breasts at all times. Your waist is like a mound of wheat decorated with lilies, and your navel like a golden goblet never lacking wine. So, I thirst for my garden's founts, and I hunger for her choicest fruits; as I unlock your barred gates and unseal your closed springs, my eyes are fastened upon you.