I know you.
know.
I know, you know.
the grammars of (y)our soul.
you have the most perfect mouth. except...he said, failing in his words. flailing. tongue-twisted. around her imperfect tongue. you taste as i had imagined you. absolutely. Fantsy, in the heart or in the head?
When I summon intellect it is to the melody
of this longing. Thy hand,
Beloved, restores
the chords of this longing.
Here, in the the thirst that defines Beauty,
I have found kin.
the soft rustling leaves and the shade, the green and the black. was how our time was patterned, if at all. the law of the lawless heart dancing like the light in your eyes, but still veiled.
i hate locks. i wish i could give you
such openness...
to hold.
but time is against me, unthinking, resistant to flowering. if i wrest old words from older texts, it is to win particular hearts.
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there's a song that says men love with their eyes and women with their ears...if so, this would knock her over
oh....hi :)
i agree, such a beautiful love poem, the entire post!
(though now you will dress up like a clown again, i am sure, and say this is absolutely not such a thing, that you wrote about c.r. or other hidden sufi-stuff :-P)
"there's a song that says men love with their eyes and women with their ears.."
ha! that would explain why they never understand each other, nikki! :-)
sorry, sorry, couldn't resist!
Ah, roxana, don't you know that the hidden sufi-stuff *is* about c.r.'s?!
No need to dress up: the best clowns are known in other ways (eyes, ears...)
Hello, both of you! :-) Would love to stay and chat but have this curs-ed grading to finish. Catch you later.
b.
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