There are Each curve on a branch, The thousand different ways The infinite shapes your The spring The currents of light combusting The revolution of Existence’s skirt Your every sigh that falls against
So many positions of
Love:
Your eyes can embrace us,
Mind can draw,
Orchestra of scents,
Like passionate lips,
Whose folds contain other worlds.
His inconceivable
Omnipresent
Body.
— Hafez
