Selfish Poem by Suvasree Basu

This night is my own, truant lover,
Nay, I don’t seek your arms,
This midnight rain, wind in my hair,
All up for grabs, all mine.

It’s raining now, well past midnight,
Jasmine in the courtyard, filling the air,
Truant lover, this is not for you,
This ecstasy’s not for share.

I want no footprints on this fresh-turned earth,
This silence’s music is all mine,
This perfection, this shining darkness,
Truant lover, selfish I am, let me be.