Ok last napkin post i promise, but cleaning out the archives today, and found, yet another from when i was living and teaching english in Jerusalem, and evidently living mostly on rooftops even then! Love finding old songs which still speak!

jerusalem is best
at night in moonlight
on a curved white rooftop;
that’s where the song of songs
lands on earth. or a girl’s hand
slips into yours forever.
moonlight, God, and ancient white stone, kiss like this, there,
with our own true skins.