WINTER

Here,winter
smells of something
my friend...

Stripped naked
and cold,she
slept with me...
every night
last year...

I can smell
her lonely smell
once again,
everytime I
walk the street...

Smell her
in the dampness
of the earth...
Smell her in
the cold of my sweat...

Maybe...
Maybe she'll
fuck me again...

Anirban Kapil Baishya(11/10/2007)