Rumi's Words

Brown Canyon, Semarang, Indonesia, PJI

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 

"more” 

― Rumi