I guess I love you…

Sitting beside you, smiling

watching you fall asleep, I miss you

I miss your eyes, love your eyes

for how small they are

when I wake you with a kiss

for how big they are

when I step out of the shower

for how they dance

when you act like nine again

for how dark they are

when they make me skip a beat

for how they flicker in sleep

may be watching a dream

for how they cry

coz “something fell in them”…

Lying beside you, biting my lips

touching you, I miss you

I miss your hands, love your hands

for how warm they feel

when you hold my hand

for how strong they feel

when you just won’t let go

for how hot they feel

when they burn my skin

for how soft they feel

when they wipe my tears

for how right they feel

when they are in my hair

for how beautiful they look

when you hold a pen...

Snuggling with you, my fingers have life of their own

teasing you, I miss you

I miss your lips, love your lips

for how tempting they are

when you talk, you hum

for how full they are

when you kiss, you bite

for how hard they feel

when they come crashing down on mine

for how soft they feel

when they play with mine...

Standing by the window, wearing your shirt

just your shirt, love your shirt

I watch the moon set

can’t stop the sun rise

can’t stop the clock tick

so put your watch on my wrist

love how it’s too big for my wrist

spilled your cologne on me

love your cologne on me

your hair gel feels icky

love it coz its icky

love it coz its yours

love the smell of your scent

love the taste of your skin

love the feel of your touch

love the sight in your eyes…

Time and again after shying away

guess what I am trying to say,

be it your way or my way

this love for you is here to stay…

- Ankhi

Confessions of a wife..

You have met my body, yes
Seen it in more ways than one
Felt it twist and turn beneath
Till the hunger, quite gone.

Your eyes have searched the flesh of me
For signs of longing touch
Inhaled you have, the scent of me
Sweat, lust not more much.

Sedulous, I was to you
Smörgåsbord of a sort
To vent your fury, come and dine
When matters of profession end in discord.

Common practice it seemed to I
Your ways of maladroit love
Until stumbled upon my soul, I
On other side of an alcove.

Saw me in his eyes, i did
A myth my dignified life
Never enough to heal my battered soul
Was the mere title of your wife!

I know not how, I know not why
His mere smile was ever enough
For a woman so bound, so down to ground
To climax without a touch!

Feeling like a woman again
Not a malice upon this earth
Nary mere distraction am I
Condemned to burn in the marriage hearth.

Sacrilege, you have done enough
Sadomasochism , have I
Nuptial oaths were not mine alone
To this nugatory a tie!