Rosary and Rumi;

I think you have consumed me—

Without even a touch.

Loving Sutra, Aphrodite;

How could something

So strong and mighty—

Come from just a look.

In this mundane:

Love is magic, and it’s tragic

That nothing can be

Quite the same.

Pilgrimage and Piety;

I wander round the world

Almighty;

Yet all I find is her name.

If it’s in the Aramaic;

All days I would take it;

And if it’s in the Sanskrit;

I can read it;

I can read it;

I can read it all the same.

I feel like I am half;

I feel like I am half;

Mosque to Mosque I walk;

Out of Canaan I did come;

Temple fever by the alter;

At the thought of just her touch.

A new disease now looming;

Desire all-consuming;

How am I no-self?

When she stays there in my thoughts.

The rise and fall of my chest;

Dispels all other duress;

But here I am and I just…

I just…

The Pagan knows their season;

And the wise man uses reason;

But I am like a floating spirit;

No identity clings;

No religion brings–

The satisfaction of her soul.

Rosary and Rumi;

Why now do this to me?

Rosary and Rumi;

I’ve never loved so much.

**This one was from my old website I created when I was 22. Redesigning this site and reposting the ones I thought were good!