Time To Leave
Nikesh Murali
12 June 2009, 20:39When it was time for her to leave, she woke me up with her fingers tracing patterns on my chest. She emerged naked from the covers like a mermaid, in the diffused light of the morning that filtered in through the curtains.
I listened to her in the shower and watched the ceiling, my lips silently forming the words, “The night is hers and she is mine.”
She dressed as always, watching me in the mirror, watching her.
At the door, I kissed her on the lips and whispered, “A woman is peerless in the eyes of a poet… only in the eyes of a poet.”
When she left, the room was silent and the wrinkled sheets were poems.
