LIke Passionate Lips
—
There are
So many positions of Love.
Each curve on a branch,
The thousand different ways
Your eyes can embrace us.
The infinite shapes your
Mind can draw.
The Spring orchestra of scents.
The currents of light combusting
Like passionate lips.
The revolution of Existence’s skirt
Whose folds contain others worlds,
Your every sigh that falls against
His inconceivable
Omnipresent
Body.
-hafiz
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