I wake up at odd hours staring at the glowing stars, wanting to hold you just a little bit closer; Sleepy and ****, studying how we got here. "Are you happy?" we ask each other; And how could I not be when I have you to smother with all my affection and love and time; And then with recollection in these amateur rhymes.
The in-betweens have changed forms, we’ve adapted to new norms. From the thrills of inconspicuous visits, to bhindi, roti & aamras refills. Feeding off fiction on Netflix in tandem, Followed by theories, and religious fandom. Falling asleep while you clash with clans, after making me promise on some serious gym plans. Battling opinions about the taste of matar over cold chocolate milkshakes and peanut butter. Chewing your earlobe and tugging at your toes; Occasionally consoling you out of old scars & woes. That specific laugh from tickling your collarbone - it's so satisfying - an intoxication of it’s own. Smelling your armpits, in that long drawn embrace. Rolling my eyes when you mock my mirror face. That impossible hunt for your perfect pair of jeans. And now I know that Epigamia's yogurt, is filled with proteins. Summer afternoon *** - sweaty and sticky; Teaching you how to give a bruising hickey. Recording cheap home **** out of curiosity , And also fulfilling that underwater fantasy- which turned out to be tricky.
And then when you leave, it fills me up with lustful greed, as I try to make myself believe that you’re a want & not a need. But I’d rather you know what I want and how I feel, for you feel like home and you’re where I'm at peace.