Beckoning – Bombay, December 2000

You lay not in discomfort

Suspended in a chosen darkness

Fidgeting, restless and yet not ill at ease


When thought speeds across your mind

Like the burst of sweet heroin

Pulsating the bloodstream


The lack of need to reach out

Made more prevalent to you

With each passing month this year


And now, at 2 am

You can’t understand why

You feel like picking up the phone


And hearing me mumble

My dazed pre dawn confusion to you

As you hold the knowingness of a smile


Your lips blossoming against the black plastic of the receiver.

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