Deafened and dumped by the world,
Mind brimming with memories of the past—
The love stories immortalized and eulogized
With pen and pencil on paper,
Misty-eyed, keeping wine and wife aside,
I came face to face with the ocean’s sprays,
Wild sometimes and yet,
Mild most of the time.
I looked at the waxing and waning of the moon
While the seeds of a timeless past
Were joyously sprouting
After the first rains of Summer.
What a mesmerizing image—
The raw beauty of the moon
Floating on the waves,voluptuous, luscious,
Visible and tangible,
Enthralling me by its hypnotic glow.
O moon, come with me,
Come with me for a walk……..
My call created a whirlpool of emotions in the sea,
While the moon, with the wistful curves of her soul
Created an exuberant ecstasy deep within me
While I bathed in moonbeams.
Can this emotion be contained?
I touched the moon,
Drew her close to my heart
And kissed her
Making a few tattoos on her neck.
I saw her melting like honey,
From physical to metaphysical,
From real to surreal,
Submerging me with content ineffable.
The wind teased her
And the twinkling stars winked at me,
While a spicy buzz hovered around us,
A melange sometimes,
An interplay at other times,
Of rouge, turquoise et violette,
Creating hues of emotions,
A plethora of desires
With the merging of man and moon.