It’s May now:
the month of Lily of the Valley blooming in our yard,
her sweet fragrance of it reminding me of home,
of the love of my Grandmother and Mother,
of the stories of plant magic.
May.
month of my birth
month of Spring’s blossoming
month of love.
And I find myself wanting to run away
and settle down at once.
wanting to look into your still eyes
as you swim in my gaze
wanting to see something in there that
tells me not to go,
because somewhere in me I need that.
Maybe because May brings me another year,
or maybe because I imitate Spring,
I cry and want to grow.
I want to have the things I’ve been pretending to have
and celebrate in the joy of having it.
I want to fall in love with your falling in love with me.
I want to shine and feel you basking in my glow,
bowing at my feet.
I want to surrender to you and see mercy in your eyes.
I want to die with you and be born again.
I want to spin the magic of creation in our favor.
It’s May, again.
I want this one to grow something new with you.
I want to tend it and watch it flourish.
– Nisha Moodley