ओरंगे मून

the moon a medallion in the decolletage of night, a glowing orange lantern on a garden party evening. like a waking dream revealing itself true, i held my breath, knowing the ache in my heart was love. gravitational magnetism drawing me to this boy, this night, this moment. for the longest time no words were spoken; in the easy silence i was sure he loved me too.

i will never forget that night, i will never forget that moment, i will never lose the love i have for this boy.