waxing gibbous

my insecurities run untamed

as I wish to be your deserved madonna

yet, you touched my soul with sentient

so I yield my vulnerability in tranquility.

you got constellations on my lips,

and now I deliver the entire terra

the enchantment you endowed me with

every time I inhale, I breathe

the ecstasy of your aroma

until my body is a cloud afloat.

you, the angel sent from asha,

you, the painter of Venus,

you, the flower waiting to bloom.

with you, I’d progress on a thousand roads

before dancing under a thousand moons

and I hope when your eyes lay to rest

you dream the thousands of blessings

I wish to deliver.

the angel

and when my eyes lay to rest,

I hope I feel your soft lips

press against my skin