Have you seen my Beloved? His sweet-smelling tresses
rival the vines that twist through the broken lattice.
Longingly, he gazes up through my window
as a tender spring bud craves the sun.
Why does the sun kiss the earth?
How does the moon speak your name?
O what can come from a love not treasured –
a sweet wine never spilled, a golden door forever locked?
– excerpt from Leigh’s book, copyright TBD