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Like the River Yangzhi, I Run Dry Rumi, the greatest sage has something yet to learn. He speaks of the tongue having one customer, the ear, but how wrong he was! The tongue has many, begging its favour My tongue has but His favour. His desperate need comes calling each day and I answer, desperately. And we are swiveled in a great thunderstorm. We intertwine like rivers, leading into a grand lake that builds to be an ocean. You build into me Your tongue has me as your one customer. I am drenched from extremity to extremity in fluid notes that you play like a flute. If every thirst is satisfied but that of these fish, you are one of them. I will lead you to my oceans where you will dwell, recline and dine in comfort and need. Thirst to drink me in and this flood is unhindered. Like the River Yangzhi, I run dry. Into you, I run dry. Published in Out/Words #1 (view contents) |