I want to sit beside you in a rowdy dingy pub
Legs dangling, shoulders jostling, knees touching
I want your breath to drain the sweat off my brow
And for you to lick the bitterness off my lips
I want your eyes to seek mine
I want to hear the hushed lust in your voice amidst the noise.
I want to sit beside you in a dark balcony
Where yesterday's washing doesn't flap it crackling wings
I want us to hear the night call
Watch shadows play ball and time creep up a celestial
I want your fingers to unerringly seek mine
I want to exist as more than a mere habit.
- anita nair