Monday, August 31, 2009

With that Moon Language


Admit something:
Everyone you see, you say to them, "Love me."
Of course you do not do this out loud, 
otherwise someone would call the cops.
Still, though, think about this, this great pull in us to connect.
Why not become the one who lives with a 
full moon in each eye that is 
always saying,
With that sweet moon language,
what every other eye in this world is dying to hear?
—Hafiz

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I miss the genitalia. H.

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