Painting 2

Invisible paint:

A full moon no longer.

The brush traced

With invisible paint

A longing, serene,

Sensual,

waning moon.

I imagine

The ocean waves

Retreating not;

Tumbling in the sand

The Shiva-like goddess

Danced with her arms

Intertwined around

Her waist

While the sea gently

rolled the waves

Onto the sand.

The sand canvas

That I could not see;

I at the distance,

Traced with an invisible

Paint

Part of the shadows

Imprinted in the profile

Of the waning moon.

An unfelt hand

with unseen fingers

Played with the waves,

Perpetuating her scent,

Soft and eluding,

Sweet and familiar,

in her pores.

The brush disappeared,

The sand canvas retreated;

My mind unsuspended

Sees the fruits projected

In her eyes,

And the scent in her hands

Penetrate my being:

She smiles, and tonight,

She dreams.