When you are a lover, you’re personal, but you have no boundaries that separate you from your lover. – A.H. Almaas
The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere,
they’re in each other all along. – Rumi
Translator: Coleman Barks
Communion
Hot humid night
a ripened lover
engorged silky fluidity
black velvet skin
divine pheromones
fatal attraction
an immediacy
consciousness winking
at annihilation
between heaven’s
trembling thighs
emptiness and fullness
luminous dewy nectar
glistening black pearls
scintillating pink tongue
innocent intimate taste
ecstasy
The night devouring
its lover