Chandra

Love is ceaseless dying.
You gave your breath
to the mistress of the dark
and she melted the edges
of your tongue, that flame
of resistance.
Now you are a peony
sparkling with raindrops
in green silence.
Who knows where a petal ends
and a moonbeam begins?
The gaze of the moth-winged
Goddess Chandra
has entered your chest
to teach you emptiness.
Now you must learn
the secret name
for overflowing.

Chandra is the Moon in Sanskrit.
Photo by Aile Shebar