by Dana Janine Diamond
I’d like to think of Tu B’Av
as a sacred place,
that space
in the fields
where grapes are stomped
into becoming
the song I pour
down your throat
and mine
our garments intertwined
so that no one is seen
as less
and everyone
becomes…
more
lovely in the light
for our hope is full
as the gleaming moon.
Our beauty cannot be stolen 
nor given,
I hope you look deeply for us
in the fields
we are waving
our arms
snapping our fingers
dancing to the ageless rhythm
with our
souls outstretched
to God,
for our lovers
on this earth
hovering near the vineyards
will wrap themselves
around us
the ocean rocking,
swirling side to side 
in the bejeweled glass
waiting to be
lifted
held
tasted
savored
embraced.
Decanting
leaves age and sediment behind
as the sweet scents arise
we choose
to breathe.
At last,
at last
to see
our quiet longing
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