This Was Always Her Night Poem by Anish Cherian

What do these boys have to do?
to have to sleep with you
One sitting against the lamp comfortable with his shadow
taking heat of the only bulb that's on
The other wasted and wandering around, naked into her kitchen
and I, I try to move next to her,
towards her legs but time does make things difficult

I see the way she embraces and jolts each breath and each fit
her chest baring every goddamn thing she wants
but still we realise that she makes herself elusive
I've called her promiscuous, and the others in the room have too
hasn't everyone, well I remember she has

I educe that she has broken down in my hands, it did not scar me
was it her sexual inclination that she showed?
or the pain that I seemed to envy and equally crave
I had had her against me that night
that night I felt her sexual creatures throbbing against mine
but today it has long gone, and I know
tonight I want something else

so we three boys with charred up systems
realise that this night would soon pass
and then tomorrow might not be one with her
I tried to move against my surprise and
soon I find myself wrapped naked around her leg
she pushes me aside to take control, well if I had not known that

And soon my friend returns from her kitchen and brought to eat
I resisted their calls and their laughs as I went beneath her sheets
Today she resists and that makes me pull close and ignore that which I don't see
and she cried and I heard, and I took notice and then I heard clear
she cried and tonight I felt like she does
Tonight was hers, it has always been,
and then tomorrow she might not crave for me.