i like my body when it is with your
body. it is so quite a new thing.
muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh . . . . and eyes big love-crumbs,
and possibly i like the thrill
of under me you so quite new
i crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
silent, starving i prowl through the streets.
bread does not nourish me, dawn disquiets me,
i search the liquid sound of your steps all day.
hunger for your sleek laugh,
for your hands the color of the wild grain,
i hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
i want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
i want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your loveliness,
the nose, sovereign of your arrogant face,
i want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,
and i walk hungry, smelling the twilight
looking for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barren wilderness.
and at last i know my love for you is here;
i can see it all, it is whole like the twilight,
it is large, so large, i could not see it before,
because of the little lights and flickers
troubles, anxieties and pains.
are the call and i am the answer,
you are the wish, and i the fulfilment,
you are the night, and i the day.
what else ' it is perfect enough.
it is perfectly complete,
you and i,
what more '''?
there's a strange frenzy in my head
of birds flying,
each particle circulating on its own.
is the one i love everywhere?
night there are no limits
jelaluddin rumi, tr. coleman barks
this night there are no limits
to what may be given.
this is not a night but a marriage,
a couple whispering in bed in unison
the same words.
darkness simply lets down a curtain for that.