Afternoon sinking in langour
Outside, the world turns in a dream
Here, the softness of thighs
Here, the heaviness of breath
The swiftness of desire.
Outside, lives rotting in the sun
Here, the inexorable burrowing
Of lands unknown and older
Than the roots of memory,
Clad in a perpetual twilight
Here the hunger of arms,
The reptillian smoothness of tongues.
Outside, the vast emptiness of the night,
And here, for us under the stars,
What redemption?

© Arka Mukhopadhyay, 2006