A Semi-Dry White Wine

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