Wine and Kissing

A first. A mini prologue to a posting which prologue is due to a series of inspiring events. There is no mention of wine in this poem but it certainly seems welcome, perhaps as the ‘wild darling’. Some wonderful things do sneak in. Rumi says, let them.
Elisabet

By Rumi

There is some kiss we want with
our whole lives, the touch of

spirit on the body. Seawater
begs the pearl to break its shell.

And the lily, how passionately
it needs some wild darling! At

night, I open the window and ask
the moon to come and press its

face against mine. Breathe into
me. Close the language-door and

open the love-window. The moon
won’t use the door, only the window.

By Shakespeare, Sad Shepherd, i.2.

Marian. You are a wanton.
Robin Hood. One, I do confess,
I want-ed till you came; but now I have you
I’ll grow to your embraces till two souls,
Distilled into kisses through our lips,
Do make one spirit of love.

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