Song of Soloman - Chapter 3
by Roz Calvert
Song of Soloman - Chapter 3
by Roz Calvert
Verse 1: They slipped past the men smoking in the hallway and two old women on the stair pinning up a banner that declared HE IS RISEN.
Come away for now the winter is past, the rain is over and gone.Verse 2: They ran up and up. He pulled her by the hand. Her white pumps clacked on the marble treads, one flight, two flights, three.
The flowers appear on the earth and the time of singing has come. Arise my love and come away.Verse 3: At the top, he slid back the bolt and kicked open the door to the roof.
Oh, my dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the covert of the cliffs let me see your face.Verse 4: He drew her into the pale April sunlight. She was winded from the climb and he watched her breast rise and fall. Her white teeth parted and her ruby brown lips curled at the corners. She wished she had bought the hat with the veil so he would have to lift it like a bridegroom.
Your cheeks are like the halves of a pomegranate behind your veil.Verse 5: She leaned against the staircase door and pulled him to her.
My beloved is like a gazelle, a young stag. Look, there he stands behind our wall, gazing in at the windows, looking through the lattice.Verse 6: He kissed her eyes and nose and sugary ready lips. She pushed away and whisked them both around like a breeze. She leaned him back. She pinned his hips against the door and knelt on the tarpaper roof.
Sustain me with raisins. Refresh me with apples.Verse 7: She pried his bible from his fingers and laid it at his feet. She tugged his zipper and pushed his hands aside.
With great delight I sat in his shadow and his fruit was sweet to my taste.Verse 8: He gave in to her sipping lips.
Your lips distill nectar my bride. Honey and milk are under your tongue.Verse 9: His surprising noises tickled her ear. He moved to a melody she wrote.
My love, my dove. My head is wet with dew. My locks with the drops of the night.
