SERMON ON THE MOUND
Glistening in gold
He lay there
Arms stretched wide—
died suffering for our sin
Nestled
between two tender mounds,
Warmed by her breath
I watched him preach
He lay there,
listening to her heart
His body rose
with every inhale
On a tan bosom
near fountains of milk
I could not understand
his anguish
Surrounded by so much
tenderness
Resting on so much
beauty
— Abraham Menashe
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