A manner of faded old blue jeans
in your eyes,
And I'm wearing
only a shirt of sun.
The body that we share sits up
In order to part. On the table,
one long-necked bottle awaits us.
Longing is sealed inside it.
At night, silently,
we pour together
like white wine,semi-dry.
White wine, semi-dry,
in two glasses side by side,
separate,
brimming to the lips.
- Jaira Ginossar
Translated by Riva Rubin