Our being here
Is a rain falling from the sky of
Splendor into a warm
mouth of the earth.
It needs nothing other than
Its own fullness.
Here, each drop curves
Itself into a love poetry
And every glass of wine overflows
With endless ecstasy.
Let the autumn leaves
And the wind wrestle
Until they fall down together
And vanish into light,
into the dust of longing.
Let this innocent lovemaking
Repeat itself a hundred times
A day!
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