The Birthday Of Kings Poem by Eli Spivakovsky

You felt like jeweler's felt
I captured you and made myself your bounty
I fed you apple seeds and made you my orchard
I crowned you and you grew a crown of holy letters
The sky is filled with banner clouds
and soon they will deliver us snow

My diamond-sweetheart,
It's like living on a staircase
It's like your thumb has gone to sleep
It's like a dream that won't rest
It's like a prayer in a wind-tunnel
We are there, but we are barely there

So come closer to me
let's celebrate the birthday of kings
a kiss entirely of energy
leaves my lips without my decision
and lands on your lips
My eyes close from the light
Keep the donation
you are my treasure-house

I will increase what you miss
and I will miss it too
which will increase it again
it goes on and on
like a king who is constantly
adding more rooms to a Palace

Being away from you
the breeze brings me the sound of cracked bells
The clouds have been snowing feathers
it's been raining fleece
a humid pollen in the air

My sapphire-sweetheart,
it's like the pause before the splash of diving
it's like pollinated, collapsing petals
it's like a delayed jubilee
It's like eating apple-peel
We are there, but we are barely there

I excused you and your crown sank to your ears
I took back my oaths from departing angels
I spat out peel and hurt your orchard
I gave up my reward and let you wander

but

When you ran, you ran in my direction
held me down and cornered me
covered me with the envelopes of roses
gave me the lips of many orchids
opened a gateway to sublime emissaries
that brought back all of the vows and sayings
and the sky turned ultramarine
and you gave me a banner
which opened to a miracle
And we crowned each other.