Moon Knocks At 3 A.M. Poem by Saroj Padhi

At three a.m. Moon knocked my heart's door
like a wisp of cool wind flicking green leaves
drunk with dew to the core;
their nude, wet bodies basking under beams
with light flashing in each pore,
with her scarred heart embossed on her face
and her mind, dripping scented darkness
but her words were so very few:
‘Make me yours,
with you-I want to be you'.

Gently she wrapped me with her crazy beams
caressed my ever-expanding soul,
afloat like a bright image on clear streams
it seemed we had enough of each other
after such a long union, for hours together;
suddenly I awoke back to myself
as if from the magic spell of an elf
to see her fading into a glorious dawn
with her saree cast with tinge of crimson.