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There is some kiss we want withour whole lives, the touch of
spirit on the body. Seawater
begs the pearl to break its shell.
And the lily, how passionately
it needs some wild darling! At
night, I open the window and ask
the moon to come and press its
face against mine. Breathe into
me. Close the language-door and
open the love window. The moon
won't use the door, only the window.
Sometimes you have no choice but to post images and poems that sneak up and bite you on the bum - like this poem from Rumi with a picture from Schiele - life in art and art in life is so good. And so music too is required:
