Taking Sand Bath

You don't wish to
become involved with yourself-
until the enigma was
unlocked.

You speak allusively,
when I ask for the
embrace of blind pains.

I don't remember
when you enticed me under
the weight of guiltless
surrender.

Moon drops a word.
Lake drinks a potion.
The clouds gather.

I read a poem.
Mystery deepens.

I was not ready to crumble,
you will not melt in moonlight.

Nobody opens the door.

Satish Verma