fill my vessel to the brim
cater to my windblown whims
trust me with desire.
slow sun's dray horse
draw the seasons- ban
the moon's low tide and flood
string me a necklace of milky starshine
and tease my soul to youthful bud
Fill my vessel to the brim
and I will trust your every whim
Ruth Samuel Tenenholtz
(1992). Building Blocks: Tammuz
Midwest Poetry Review- April 1991
winner Poetry Center 1991
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