Laugh at the one whose dime dinged a phone to screech: ‘What more could you possibly want?’
And I was so in want then.
But – thanks to the Friend – what do I lack? now love brims in my atom cups from which I drink toasts and give thanks as I turn my thoughts to our evening dinner of rice and fish. Rumi insists that is one way God’s Love looks.
My sweetlove approaches; he unseals my mouth with kisses.
