If anyone asks you
    How the perfect satisfaction
    Of all our sexual wanting
    Will look, lift your face
    and say,
                        Like this.  

     When someone mentions the gracefulness
    Of the nightsky, climb up the roof
    And dance and say,
                        Like this?  

     If anyone wants to know what "spirit" is,
    Or what "God's fragrance" means,
    Lean your head towards him or her.
    Keep your face there close.
                        Like this.  

     When someone quotes the old poetic image
    About clouds gradually uncovering the moon,
    Slowly loosen knot by knot the strings
    Of your robe.
                        Like this?  

     If anyone wonders how Jesus raised the dead,
    Don't try to explain the miracle.
    Kiss me on the lips.
                        Like this.  

     When someone asks what it means
    To "die for love," point:
                        Here.  

     If someone asks how tall I am, frown
    And measure with your fingers the space
    Between the creases on your forehead.
                        This tall. 

     The soul sometimes leaves the body, then returns.
    When someone doesn't believe that,
    Walk back into my house.
                        LIKE THIS.  

     When Lovers moan,
    They're telling our story.
                        Like this.  

     I am a sky where spirits live.
    Stare into this deepening blue,
    While the breeze says a secret.
                        Like this.  

     When someone asks what there is to do,
    Light the candle in his hand.
                        Like this.  

     How did Joseph's scent come to Jacob?
                        Huuuu.  

     How did Jacob's Sight return?
                        Huuuu.  

     A little wind cleans the eyes.
                        Like this.  

     When Shams comes back from Tbriz,
    He'll put just his head around the edge
    Of the door to surprise us.
                        Like this. 

I want to 

I want to see you.

Know your voice.

Recognize you when you
first come 'round the corner.

Sense your scent when I come
into a room you've just left.

Know the lift of your heel,
the glide of your foot.

Become familiar with the way
you purse your lips
then let them part,
just the slightest bit,
when I lean in to your space
and kiss you.

I want to know the joy
of how you whisper
"more”