No Two Moons

Another wonderful poem from Nandita – NO TWO MOONS

A Tangle of Weeds

I counted your breaths
under a fragrant moon
while you caressed my satin
like your life depended on it.
Each breath told me something –
things I knew
and things new to me,
answers to questions
I have always wanted to ask you
and to questions
I never thought existed.

I was counting your skin
under a pandemic sky
bursting with emotions
when I saw your lungs inflate
while I breathed your name,
I captured the solemnity of your eyes
in my palms
and I drank it with
a promise only I heard
to always remain yours
in my heart.

I may have murdered the moon tonight
But I want you to understand,
there can be no two moons.


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