Mehndi

He must find his initials
In her design
He's lost for the longest time
Ritual symbolism
Before he can drink the juice
Of the fruit
He must find her design

Can you imagine not looking
Being lost
Living in a stream of quagmire
Impatience
Sweat spreads to his brow
But joy
Brakes for unbridled enthusiasm

Happiness ripples through my body
I'm not alone
We begin the dance of ecstasy
Effervescence
Ethereal into the leap of
Transcendence
Into the harmony of the sunset