Thursday, May 23, 2024


Been hot, so when the evening
Cools, it’s pleasant to open
A porch door and feel soft air.

A couple of famous lines
Attributed to Sufi
Poets keep circling the mind,

One using reason to cut
Reason off at the knees says
One’s own intellect cannot

Be used to comprehend one’s
Own creator—the other
Is similarly clever

But more intimate, I shall
Hide in my poem to kiss your
Mouth as you read it. The thoughts

Play with these plays on reason.
And if you never read this
Aloud, where have I kissed you?

The soft air wraps around us
As the evening sun goes down
To play its own creator.

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