The following poetry is from Mevlana Rumi and Hafez Shirazi, all revolving around the Beloved and the eternal kiss we all have been longing for. Feel free to submit more in the comments section below.
Oh Beloved, take my life if you want and bless me with some wine from your lips!
“You better start kissing me” (Hafez)
Your begging bowls at God’s door
For I have heard the Beloved
Prefers sweet threatening shouts,
Something on the order of:
My heart is a raging volcano
of love for you!
You better start kissing me –
“I want to see you” (Rumi)
I want to see you.
Know your voice.
Recognize you when you
first come ’round the corner.
Sense your scent when I come
into a room you’ve just left.
Know the lift of your heel,
the glide of your foot.
Become familiar with the way
you purse your lips
then let them part,
just the slightest bit,
when I lean in to your space
and kiss you.
I want to know the joy
of how you whisper
“Like This” (Rumi)
If anyone asks you
how the perfect satisfaction
of all our sexual wanting
will look, lift your face
When someone mentions the gracefulness
of the nightsky, climb up on the roof
and dance and say,
If anyone wants to know what “spirit” is,
or what “God’s fragrance” means,
lean your head toward him or her.
Keep your face there close.
When someone quotes the old poetic image
about clouds gradually uncovering the moon,
slowly loosen knot by knot the strings
of your robe.
If anyone wonders how Jesus raised the dead,
don’t try to explain the miracle.
Kiss me on the lips.
Like this. Like this.
When someone asks what it means
to “die for love,” point
If someone asks how tall I am, frown
and measure with your fingers the space
between the creases on your forehead.
The soul sometimes leaves the body, then returns.
When someone doesn’t believe that,
walk back into my house.
When lovers moan,
they’re telling our story.
I am a sky where spirits live.
Stare into this deepening blue,
while the breeze says a secret.
When someone asks what there is to do,
light the candle in his hand.
How did Joseph’s scent come to Jacob?
How did Jacob’s sight return?
A little wind cleans the eyes.
When Shams comes back from Tabriz,
he’ll put just his head around the edge
of the door to surprise us
“I long to kiss your lips” (Rumi)
In the orchard and rose garden
I long to see your face.
In the taste of Sweetness
I long to kiss your lips.
In the shadows of passion
I long for your love.
“I didn’t kiss you enough” (Hafez)
One regret, dear world,
That I am determined not to have
When I am lying on my deathbed
I did not kiss you enough
“My lips are now burning” (Hafez)
I have no use for divine patience
My lips are now burning and everywhere.
I am running from every corner of this earth and sky
Wanting to kiss you.
Pour me some wine of yours, from your ruby lips! ❤+❤ = ❤