the feel of breath on the nape of my neck
the feel of legs and hips pressing against mine
or how i feel violated and secure
at the same time
i wonder
if the sweat on my skin is mine
if the heart beats i feel thudding, are mine
i feel part human
and part swine
human mind works in ways sublime
what may seem a night of passion
is really a journey
in the second class of a local train on time.
(dedicated to hapless travellers of mumbai locals.. central, western n harbor)
