Sudeep Sen - LONGING

The very last drop of rain
perched on the edge

of her navel —
the last bead of sweat

balanced on the feather
of her eye-lash —

the last long-wet
of my kiss on her skin —

all these demand more,
more, more —

more wet, more wet —
yearning for more rain,

fire, desire, moisture —
and the cool chill of

crystal-water, thirst,
saliva, longing, rain.