Dance Of The Dervish Poem by Lee Price

I Am the Love-song
the cricket flings
into the evening air.

I Am the Wink of the firefly
who turns and burns,
insides red as passionfruit,
blinking, whirling,
swirling in a cloud of sparkled lust.

I Am the Thirst that quenches,
the Coefficient of two.

When the night becomes a bubbling sea
of scent and pheromone,
When Spring scatters her colors...
Who can escape My touch?

“I Am closer to you than the pulse in your neck”

I Am the Beggar at your door.
Can you hear My knock?

(*quotation from The Koran)