and he called me up
was i thinking even
so he smiles and reassures that he is there
was he thinking even

sitting in the morning train to work
with my left arm wet
i observe the wish-wash outside
take me to darjeeling straight where
the morning mists hover and break
the silence with its presence

i am lost
the reverie broken by the crumbling of the cookie
my mind wanders through the sleek meanderings
of the green and while it rushes it picks up the quaint smell
of the nubile leaves

it was here that i met him
it was here that we made love
it was here that he held my face and promised
but he feels different from you
his touch alienates
me from me

i wish i could break loose
but he holds me temporarily
and i...him.

09/05/2009

Posted on 09/05/2009
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