J.B. Drori

“Love me,”
I said to my love.

“I cannot,”
She said.


“Your arms are folded.”

I opened them wide and whispered,
“Love me.”



“Come closer. Look at me.”

I stepped forward.
“Love me,” I said again.



“Open your heart.”

“My heart?”

“Yes, your heart.”

“Where is it?”
I asked.

And my love flew away.

© 2013 by Jack Bernard Drori

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