Come loudly, silently
Dancing on tiptoes
When the moon is full.
With chilly breaths whisper
My name on my skin and
Watch me tremble with
Fiersome pleasure. No. We will hush,
Not make even the faintest sound.
The only sound will be
That of us colliding and
Our atoms being spread far and wide.
Come, lose yourself in me;
For tonight's the night,
When the moon is full
The sky of unknown heights
And us, inseparable.

And if I call you to be my wind
And ask you to sway me away
From this world of blue
And to be the whisper
Every minuscule piece of me beckons to;
My love, will You?

- Barkha