The Body a Tree

The body a tree,
God a wind.
When He moves me
like this, like this,

angels bump heads with each other
gathering beneath my cheeks,

holding their wine barrels,
catching the brilliant tear,
pearl rain.

Love, a tree.  
When it moves us like this,
How can our soul's limbs not touch?

Hafiz -- A Year with Hafiz


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