You- awake,
ghastly at the unholy
hour beneath my
crescent and waning moon.

I dreamt of your deja
vu, and spoke to you
through the distant,
unwavering monsoon.

you are awake and
ghastly at this
hour - eyes lit up
with desires.

kerosene drenched
fires- only you,
awake and unghastly
can take me
higher.