Tuesday, January 5, 2010

As Rumi to His Muse

What manner of spell did you
cast on me, my love?
You have made me yours.
Who taught you this magic?

Was it in secret, this incantation
that mesmerized me?
When did you unfetter the charms
that captivated me?

I do not remember
any potion or thorns,
yet nevertheless,
you have bewitched me.

Breathless by your smile,
trembling at your touch,
I am helpless to resist
the holy nectar of your kiss.

Asleep or awake,
Prisoner or guest,
I do not know.
Pray, never bid me leave.

You have bound me with
roses and sandalwood,
I faint to be caresssed
and undone.

Neither undo your spell
nor untie my bonds.
Let me kiss your mouth
and seal my fate.

Quick! Throw away the sorcerer's book of spells.

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