A glance of love is seven billion times
more powerful than a beam of light.
The sun does not need to veil its gaze,
but our longing must conceal itself
in lips and shadows, bodies and reflections.
Only experienced lovers unlace and expose
their devastating splendor,
undressing memories and tongues,
stripping flesh down to an inhalation
and the warmer body inside a breath,
slipping eyes out of their tears
to step naked into the darkness
of that trembling kiss the moon gives water.
Until you are ready for love, my dear,
hide in a veil beneath a veil, as blue stillness
hides in the shimmering mirage of Krishna's face.