Tu B'Shevat

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Note: Tu B'Shevat, or The New Year of Trees. Is a kabbalah-influenced Jewish holiday. A Judeo-Spanish genre of folk poetry about it exists among the Sephardim. When I lived in Sarajevo, where I served as hazan (cantor) in the synagogue, I found these texts, and wrote this. A nice Muslim woman who I hired to translate it into Bosnian said she blushed while working on it.

The New Year of Trees is celebrated in Israel by maintaining forests.

Tu B’Shevat​

For Drita​

The strawberry’s skin is rough
Its flesh is firm and pointed
As the tongue of my lover
In my mouth
I bite gently
And the juice covers my lips
The juice of the strawberry
That is the mouth of my lover

The skin of the apples is smooth
Unready to be broken
Like the tits of my lover
In my mouth
I do not drink this juice
But I suck them
And listen to the breath
From the mouth of my lover

The cleft of the peach opens up
And the fuzz tickles my nose
Like the pussy of my lover
In my mouth
There are folds and sweet little hairs
At the place in the center, of rebirth
And my lips are covered with nectar
At the second mouth of my lover

I lift the melon high
And then split it open
As I hold the ass of my lover
In my hands
And press her against me
Slowly I fuck her sweet pussy
And feel her juice flow over me
Warm as the body of my lover

And the strawberry is never consumed
The apples stay whole and inviting
The peach will not be swallowed
And the melon glows in her garden
My tree rises high, its roots
Plunge deep in the damp soil
That is the earth of my lover
As we lie in our bed entwined

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