My tongue remembers your wounded flavor. The vein in my neckadores you. A swordstands up between my hips, my hidden fleece sends forth its scent of human oil.

LiYoung Lee
My tongue remembers your wounded flavor. The vein in my...
My tongue remembers your wounded flavor. The vein in my...
My tongue remembers your wounded flavor. The vein in my...
My tongue remembers your wounded flavor. The vein in my...
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In this poem by the poet Rumi, the poet uses a metaphor of a sword. The sword is a metaphor for the distance that separates two people from one another. The vein in the poet’s neck represents a part of him that loves the other person and wants to be close to her. The sword stands up between the two lovers because they are separated by a wall or a barrier, which makes it impossible to touch or kiss one another.

The human oil in the poem refers to the scent of human skin, which embodies both love and desire. In this way, the poem shows us that when two people are separated by space and time, their love can grow stronger and deeper.

Source: The City In Which I Love You

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