There are so many positions of love: each curve on a branch,
the thousand ways your eyes can hold us, the infinite shapes each mind can draw,
the spring orchestra of scents and sounds wafting through the air,
the currents of light combusting like passionate lips,
the revolution of the universe’s skirt, whose folds contain other worlds,
Our every sigh that falls against His inconceivably close, omnipresent, divine body.
~ Hafiz |