warm feminine breezes
of love blow over my body
Moon's long silver arms
embrace the secluded chamber
an array of fragrances from
incense burners sweeten the air
wind chimes tinkle with every heartbeat
I don my sheer pink and gold sari
press the gold nath nose ring
through my nostrils
reposing in a jeweled jhoola
on the moonlit terrace
Tears of Shiva in my hand
I rotate the precious prayer beads
And chant, serenade
His holy name
Om Namah Shivaya... Om Namah Shivaya...
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