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 skirts
whose folds contain other worlds,
your every sigh that falls against
His inconceivable
omnipresent
Body.
(thank you dear Hafiz)
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