Why are you lying in the middle of the road?
From the love-wine you poured.
I may be excessive with my giveaway impulses,
but I still have what you gave
when you held my head against your chest.
You pour what you pour
without a flask, without a cup.
That mastery and generosity
washes away all restraint.
Reason burst just for the joy of it
when you gave me the bowl.
Something flows from your eyes
that is beyond a thousand false desires
~ Rumi |
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