A night wet with the hum of crickets
and the gentle voice of stars.
In the silence I imbibe the mystery,
exhale a perfume fraught with love.
A thousand stars burn in my eyes.
The Beloved kisses my forehead
and the stars upon my cheeks weep,
tracing a universe of love.
As the sun setting off the horizon
reveals the world’s depth
so your face, fading out of sight,
makes tremble my being’s very roots.
Your love pours me –
a song of stars churning the womb of heaven,
a wine bubbling from the cup of life and frothing poetry.
O Love, in your presence I am a torn asunder like a nightsky wetting the face of earth with stars.
I am humble like the dust,
therefore the wind carries me
to the highest height,
to bask at my Beloved’s burning feet.
Only by yielding to the earth does the tree bear fruit;
only by yielding to the sky does the earth call forth her rain.
In the silence of the night
my song of stars and wine
rises from your womb,
flows in waves lapsing at your breasts,
falling between your thighs