Throw Me on a Scale
Today love has completely gutted me.
I’m lying in the market like a
Every desire and sinew absolutely silent
But I am still so fresh.
Everything is now the same to me.
The touch of a beautiful woman
As she lifts me near,
Drawing my scent into her body;
She thinks about taking me home.
The touch of a wondrous fly
Drinking my vital fluids
Through a strange shaped flute,
The sun laying its radiant gaze against my cheek,
Human voices and the breeze from a passing
All send miraculous currents into
God’s beauty has split me wide open.
Throw Hafiz on a scale,
Wrap me in cloth,
Bring me home
Lift a piece of knowledge to your lips
So I can melt inside of you