On Evenings Like This

On evenings like this
A cup of tea and
You
Is all I need.
On evenings like this
A cup of tea and
You
Is all I want.

Droplets of rain dissolve in my pink cup as it stands alone on the railing.
The moist air dampening the biscuits, seated next to it.
Warming my hands in the warm embrace of your chest
Your gleaming eyes,
My shy smile,
And skin soaked to the marrows.

On evenings like this
A blanket and
You
Is all I need.

On evenings like this
A blanket and
You
Is all I want.

My pink cunt blushes more than my brown cheeks
You drizzle your way through me and I drizzle out of me.
You Glistening,
I beaming,
And body enveloping infinity.

On evenings like this,
I imagine
All this
True.

Anjumon Sahin is pursuing her M.Phil degree in English literature at the University of Delhi. A passionate lover of books and animals, she is
currently camping in Delhi working as an Assistant Professor till the winds fly her to a new land. Writing is the magic bond that helps her negotiate the real and the reel.