Deesha Philyaw

“Rumi said, ‘Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.’

With your whole self, quivering, lush, unafraid.

How do you make love to a physicist? When he unbuttons your blouse and asks, “Are we going to be the type of people who sit around talking about Rumi and black holes, or are we going to get naked?” you answer, “Both.”

His appetite is magnificent

I would buy my own damned peaches.

God, let him be forever.