looking back

I wish he saw me drunk by the stagnant pool
Soaked but baking under the sharp eyes of sun
Nudity finding a new dimension
With play of cloth tingles on the uneven tan of skin
Droplets traveling through the bare back
Showing an undernourished skin and impurities in veins
Flesh of legs and almost fleshless arms...

I wish I met him the day, I didn’t fear to look good
Seductivity lingered only on the edge of the eyes
Not showing up not going away
Traveling up to the edge of the lips and vanishing
Producing a shrug of desperation in spectators…
Drooling around to find the rare glimpses of it
And me unaware of it completely…

I wish he sat near me under that lone tree…
In the field where I used to go for surveying
Blazing sun wondered what material I am made of
With m oozing on that summer day
Found all reason not to work but command
When I found partners in crime and produced…
Precise results of survey not even done…

I wish he slept with me that night
When moonlessness found masturbating stars
Dipped in wine red emotions of craving unmatched
When laying alone on that terrace
I felt sexy for the first time
And wished for a moon cloud cladded…
Soon to be annealed and left with lusty desires

I wish he knew the vagabond, ignorant and mischievous me
Before discovering rational, responsible and reliable me…
And loved the dark in me before …
He made me believe …
I am made of light …