Again, thanks to Hafiz:
Sometimes I say to a poem,
“I just don’t have the strength
To wring out another drop
of the Sun.”
And the poem will often
Respond
By climbing up onto a barrom table:
Then lifts her skirt, and winks,
Causing the whole sky to fall.
May the sky fall on me every moment. May Her skirts swirl around me and Her laughter fill every bit of the morning air. Let me stay up all night and stare up at Her flashing rustling Love.