Comparisons

Touch my hands with your fingers, yellow wallflower.     Did God use a bluer paint     Painting the sky for the gold sun     Or making the sea about your two black stars?     Treasure the touches of my fingers.     God did not spread his bluest paint     On a hollow sky or a girl's eye,     But on a topaz chain, from you to me.     Touch my temples with your fingers, scarlet rose.     Did God use a stronger light     When He fashioned and dropped the sun into the sky     Or dropped your black stars into their blue sea?     Treasure the touches of my fingers.     God did not spend His strongest light     On a sun above or a look of love,     But on a round gold ring, from you to me.     Touch my cheeks with your fingers, blue hyacinth.     Did God use a whiter silk     Weaving the veil for your fevered roses,     Or spinning the moon that lies across your face?     Treasure the touches of my fingers.     God did not waste His whitest web     On veils of silk or moons of milk,     But on a marriage cap, from you to me.     Popular Song of Baluchistan.