to taste the ear, the tongue's one customer* to taste but lightly, not insistent, insists the goddess strange astride solid hips astride a band of five hundred horses amassed at a river too wild to cross my love-madness water insistent. I feed it to you I do not ask to be asked. bring your calamity hair bring your sensible tears bring your ropes of body and terror be souls with me. everybody is within me already. I am the field on which we meet empty. plenty. I feed it to you
* Footnote- Rumi said this first, 780 years ago. (give or take.) “A tongue has one customer, the ear.” Quote is pulled from Rumi’s poem The Reed Flute’s Song, as translated by Coleman Barks.
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