Creatures of Lust

A little sunshine
from bedside window
whenever she visits;
through pistachio green curtains
that she pulls as she puts on my shirt

I stare at the arch of her back
and ringlets of hair around her neck 
I pull her back to the bed;
Tea can wait...

We lay like that for hours
Creatures of Lust
under blankets of indecision
Our legs entangled like our lives

She pulls her hair back in a ponytail
I stare at her lips that hold the clip
Her shiny shoulder showing through my loose shirt
I let her hair fall on my face;
My phonecall can wait...

Empty boxes of pizza
stacked near dustbin
Her scoldings for an hour or so
over my eating habits

When she is breathless with fury
I let her anger whisper an I-love-you to me;
Lust can wait...

Her phone on the table
An earring lost in my purple blanket
Her shirt lying on the floor
She picks up her things in the evening
I hold her a little more as she wears her shoes;
Time can wait...