One Hundred and Eighty Three 10.27.16
For the sake of your eyes, as bright and mystical as the first sunrise ever seen from the earth.
God forbid I’d compare the moon to your face
Or the tall cypress to your stature and grace.
Where in the moon are ruby sweet lips to be found?
What cypress sways with the luminous grace of your ways?
I asked you for one kiss, you gave me six.
What teacher taught you, that you’re such an expert at this?
You’re so deep a source of goodness, so kind
That you’ve set the world free a thousand times.