I’m dancing in my ballet shoes
Pirouette kidnaps me.

I’m too drunk to know whether I’m walking or flying
I’ve lost consciousness of my feet.

Drawn like a carriage are my limbs
I’m engulfed by a woman that stands naked

In front of me and summons my pupils.
I pounce like a grass hopper

Sting like a bee until she is a butterfly
Maddened with my ephemeral touch.

She is agape like a nepenthes.
As I slowly let her trap me inside

Her pitcher and crumble me
Out of drenched desire.

I’m so wet, I feel like a Nimbus cloud
About to break open in a monsoonal shower

I dance, she sings, we make merry,
I’m about to be abridged like a runaway kite.

I elope to the wind like a madman
Bored of his insanity. Icarus is all of me.

The face of the sun was beautiful
And the Aegean was an anti-climax.

I drown to a trench, like an anchor.
I hastily look at her, the stranger with no name.

My body is my only alibi in the absence
Of heart works. Sin was all over me

Like a bout of leprosy. Still I did not feel
Any guilt. Perhaps the Scotch whiskey

Made me fickle. I was a man for a few minutes
The most and still it was like morphine

To my body. I walked away still drunk
My body drooping like melted skin.

The past and the future sandwiching me
In a moment I would regret. Guilt

Would follow the next morning when
I was all sober. It was all a blank page

With an abstract painting. Now I gaze
At that painting everyday trying to

Make some sense out of it. I’m just a drip painting
Dripping life through an hourglass,

Soldiering on in anti-retrovirals.
A deciduous tree in a thicket

Of evergreens. Every leaf is precious
As every weak smile. Abscission is slow

And still it takes a little out of you
To see a leaf fall.

The clock ticks and I look out of the window.
Winter is coming soon.

When I will be as colorless
As a ghostly snowman

With no carrot stick.