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 frequency of
my original blueprint…

tonight I will dance
with you,

in the glow of your
tender, pink light,

lost in the depths
of your embrace,

as you whispper
sweet nothings
in my ear…

Beloved Bhuveneswari