Your Nearness

Like that soil 

That awaits rain,

I await you

And

You come 

To ooze rain of love, 

I become wet, 

I become wet, 

But 

My body tokes on 

The cigarette 

Of your love 

And soul hurls

Every agony to oblivion. 

To render ecstasy. 

Yes,

Your nearness 

Becomes the nemesis 

For my all insecurities

I live for your blue eyes, 

I live for your honeyed lips 

And 

I live for 

The responsive sylph in you.