April 7, 2021
Photo by Laura Aubree
Prowl The Moon
by Paroma Sen
I dance best when I dance in the moonlight
Silvery bright tinsel polishing the tops of my arms
And I sway, hypnotized by the beat of the distant
drummer
Unseen by intruding eyes, unheard by eavesdropping ears
My feet skip lightly on dewy nectar, soil fresh carpets of grass
The warmth of night pulsating my shimmering specter
Caramel saxophone drizzles the penumbra of moon indulgent
As I paint the atmosphere with primordial tales infinite
A comet’s tail of epic love emblazoned on the night’s smoky canvas
Before dawn comes, shall I complete my ritual
Retreat once more behind masked eyes,
My soul hungry to prowl the moon again.