Waiting for the Pink Moon

Apr 19

even before I see you;

I sense your pale, rose edges
pulling me closer…

my heart space expands
just speaking your name:

p i n k m o o n . . .

you brush against my skin
like a waterfall of silken petals,

your vibration
attunes me;

to the tone of
my original blueprint…

tonight I shall dance
with you;

in the glow of your
tender, pink light,

deep in your embrace,

listening to your
sweet whispers
in my receptive ear…

Beloved Bhuveneswari