i lost my sobriety;
i am intoxicated by the madness of love;
in this fog
have become a stranger to me;
i’m so drunk, i’ve lost the way to my house;
in the garden, i see only your face
from trees and blossoms;
i inhale only your fragrance
drunk with the ecstasy of love;
i can no longer tell the difference
between drunker and drink
between lover and beloved… ❞
— Rumi —
❝ When I cannot look at your face I look at your feet.
Your feet of arched bone, your hard little feet.
I know that they support you and
that your sweet weight rises upon them.
Your waist and your breasts,
the doubled purple of your nipples,
the sockets of your eyes that have just flown away,
your wide fruit mouth, your red tresses,
my little tower. But I love your feet only because
they walked upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters until they found me… ❞