There is some kiss we want
with our 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.
“Love came and began flowing like blood, under my skin, in my veins;
pushing my self out of me, it filled me up with the friend.
Now the friend has so gripped all parts of my being,
all that is left to me of myself is my name, the rest is all him.
—POPULAR SUFI QUATRAIN”
Excerpt From
Sufi Bodies,
by Shahzad Bashir, p. 81
BEAUTIFUL page. Words can’t describe it. Only a kiss.
Nipple play & kissing?