I wish I could speak like music. I wish I could put
the swaying splendor of fields into words so that
you could hold Truth against your body and dance.
I am trying the best I can with this crude brush,
the tongue, to cover you with light. I wish I could
speak like divine music. I want to give you the
sublime rhythms of this earth and sky's limbs
as they joyously spin and surrender, surrender
against God's luminous breath. Hafiz wants you
to hold me against your precious body and dance,
dance.
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