touch me
explore me softly
with your naked hand....................
your oceanic eyes, deep infinite
in you.............

breathing on the back of my neck
in this dead hour of night
fugitive moon pours through the blinds....
missing me?
in my silence missing you too

I am writing the last line
I feel so good to have you
your wild fragrance.....


(C)asoke kumar mitra, march 9.2015:19:48,India,Kolkata