Our Union ...

… is a poem by a Suri poet called Hafiz.  I like the first three stanzas as it reminds me a common simile of “I love you more than sliced bread”, but I am not sure about the rope in the last stanza …

Our

union is like this:

You feel cold so I reach for a blanket to cover

our shivering feet.

A hunger comes into your body
so I run to my garden and start digging potatoes.

You asked for a few words of comfort and guidance and
I quickly kneel by your side offering you
a whole book as a
gift.

You ache with loneliness one night so much
you weep, and I say

here is a rope, tie it around me,
Hafiz will be your
companion
for life.