i had enough but i asked for more,
a little more
a little more still
you obliged silently, filling my cup to the very top
what danced inside was love, was light;
a thousand rubies all melting into one.
i am brimming, i said to you;
i cannot take any more of your light!
please, deepen my cup so that i can hold even this much of you in me
please, open my pores,
my every hair
so that i can breathe again.
the blooming chalice,
the rose and the wineglass,
how similar they look!
why give myself of sorrow; why try to empty my cup?
in the waiting on edge, in the unrest of too much joy,
you will grow my cup, when you want to.