Few Nights' Stands (Dt Jan'09) - Poem by Sanjukta Basu
A misty winter morning
I rub the sleep off my eyes,
pull the satin sheets on my naked skin,
And roll over to find the warmth of my life.
Here we are
Two near strangers
In each other’s embrace.
The warmth of his breath
around my fragile heart
The strength of his arms
Guarding my vulnerable soul.
His hair brushing against my face,
His feet against my feet,
Lips against my lips,
Love this was not,
A little more than lust may be,
My few nights’ stand.
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