Like a stray live wire,
the night got into bed with me
caressing the length of my back
uptil the nape,with a warrior's affectionate hands
slithering up and down
leaving behind droplets of cold sweat
like a comet's tail.
I silently suffer the pleasure
between & beyond
the evening sentient
and the morning blue
The stars sprinkled on me
before the day rolls in
Does washing my hair remove the smells of the night?
It was the kind of night that stays, after having left.
An Arabian night of a thousand nights
when sleep negotiates itself from the self.................