Alone in the jasmine scented balcony,
letting oily darkness rub all over me
( sensual ointment to subdue my ****** unease)
my heart was full of echoes of beloved moon
(which one of them would appear soon
to wash me in the copious shower of love)
In a moment she appears in a resplendent gown
making darkness melt and dissolve,
clambering up the stairs to get near me,
one moment earlier, she can
As she, my woman, like a new moon
was about to wield her spell on me,
with wonder I see the full moon herself
clad in her diaphanous gown of fluffy clouds.
She comes up on the stairs of a mountain,
one by one, spilling the brilliance of her heady spell,
all over my lovelorn tantalized being.
Between the spells of two beloved moons
tell me , how could I not lose gravity
I swim in the sweet sea of an ecstatic swoon
To all those inveterate lovers of the moon,with love...
