Bellagio Blues

Circulation of Song after Rumi (Excerpt)


In my blood from head to heel
He is the fruit of my unfulfilled life
The peach popped with juice
And running with the Argentine waters, the pear
In the Chinese nectarine flecked like a child's cheek with red
And in the sour loquat and the sweet cherry

In the fragrance of the jasmine of India
And the Shiraz rose that makes the bee mad for them
In the grape that becomes wine to suffuse my cheek
In the olive that becomes a lamp to shine through my cupped hands
In these and not only in these does He circulate


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