2

2 A.M...
Frost outside...
Inside,I,
In some
much needed company...

Moderately obssessed...
Wanting...
Wanting you,
And to recite
Some Morrison,
words,I had
made love to
naked and alone,
lying on the floor
a thousand times...
miserably failing now,
orgasm denied
in my mind...

2 A.M...
Your lips kissing...
kissing the virgin white smoke...
smoke I wished was me...
2 A.M,
I swear
I was jealous
of the cigarette...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(15/4/2007)