Letter to Lover

May we wisen up with the wine of scholarship to be students of love. To be a teacher who raises his beloved to new heights that remain ancient with no ruin.

To engage and enlighten, to laugh and in-lighten. To learn to give and be patient. To reserve my sharpened words for the battlefield of scholarship and not the home-dwelling of lovers.

Gentleness and kisses on the cheek. Playfulness that of children who have yet to meet the Chieftain of Mischief and Deceit. Of children eating sunflower seeds on cement blocks; staircases of neighborhood boredom.

The innocence found in lying on a rooftop to witness the salt and pepper droplets stuck in our heavenly sky. To imagine dragons and fairies in the constellated fire held in our above.

To learn Divine love. A spiritual quest of heightened station. To remind each other of the travelers that we are traversing this pyramid of capital-isms. This is my intention.

To love deeply, wounds of past aside and to be loved in return

not for my sake but for the sake that we may become great in one another’s gentle escapes into the laughter found in the napes of necks.

To be loved by the beloved of my Beloved.

This way, we will taste life. Oh sweet honey, I await your becoming one with my mouth, my body, my belly.