‘I love you’ rings in my head

Thinking of how many times I’ve heard them

Those words, they appear in me now and again

Whether you’re here or some where

‘I love you,’ rings in my head

You were in love with me yesterday

“What have you done to me”
I still remember those words
“I can’t get you out of my head”
You were so in love — with me

That you wanted me like I wanted you
Was a feeling of heaven in my world
That’s someone else’s heaven now
You were in love with me yesterday

I wanted the girl

I wanted the girl
She was a bird
She would have no perch
For more than a third

I wanted the bird
‘Go with her where she went
To perch anywhere
There to make our nest

I wanted the girl
Smart lioness princess
Let me be your den
And make your soul my rest

I wanted the bird
With me for all our years
Her only perch
Where she made her best

I wanted the girl
She would not rest
She had not let herself
Make our I’s disappear

I wanted the bird
She has the eagles’ crest
‘Made us a pair
And? We’re just friends

Life goes more than breasts
We are creatures of the air
I wanted the girl

David Saw a Bathing Beauty

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Bathsheba Goes to King David

In the spring, when kings went out to war, David sent his men to destroy his foes while he stayed at home to lounge. One evening he got up from his couch and walked around on the roof of his house. From there, he came to see a woman bathing in a pool; she was very beautiful.

Is naked beautiful? He asked himself. Was she beautiful to him because a beautiful soul had shown through the sight of her flesh. “Don’t deceive yourself.” Was it that she was truly very beautiful? Or could it really be that the nakedness he saw was at the root of the attraction fuelling perception.

Perhaps his idleness had created an ill that made some things salient and desirable to deal with; attractive to touch even. Maybe his hormones were just speaking. And he had the power to answer their call for the woman for whom they stirred, so he moved the more to their music.

(The story ends this way: he impregnated her, tried to get her husband to sleep with her in order to make him seem to have paternity, but failed. He then killed her husband by the sword of his foes. Later, the child of his adultery died soon after birth. A tragedy.)

Did David Confuse beauty with physical appeal. Maybe not, he was a poet and must surely could tell between the two. Regardless, he meant what he felt (said) to himself: “she is very beautiful; I want her.”

Would he have wanted her had he seen her in the humble clothing of his day? Maybe. He was a poet, an aesthete, and he could see more than his eyes would see: he had x-ray vision without the radiation.

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