On Loving
Tonight from your eyes’ sky
stars rain on my poem,
my fingers spark, set ablaze
the muteness of these blank pages.
My fevered, raving poem shamed by its desires,
hurls itself once again into fire, the flames’ relentless craving.
Yes, so love begins,
and though the road’s end is out of sight, I do not think of the end.
It’s the loving that I love.
Why shun darkness?
The night abounds with diamond drops. Later, jasmine’s intoxicating scent lingers on the spent body of night.
Let me lose myself in you
till no one can find my trace. Let your dewy sigh’s fevered soul waft over the body of my songs.
Wrapped in sleep’s silk
let me grow wings of light,
fly through its open door
beyond the world’s fences and walls.
Do you know what I want of life?
That I can be with you, you, all of you, and if life repeated a thousand times, still you, you, and again, you.
Concealed in me is a sea: how could I hide it? How could I describe the typhoon inside?
I’m so filled with you
I want to run through meadows,
bash my head against mountain rocks, give myself to ocean waves.
I’m so filled with you
I want to crumble into myself like a speck of dust, to gently lay my head at your feet,
cling fast to your weightless shadow.
Yes, so love begins,
and though the road’s end is out of sight, I do not think of the end
for it’s the loving I so love.
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