Under the awning,
spread out on a lounge chair with a bottle of vodka,
moonlight bouncing off her smooth white skin;
I envy the moonlight.
Under the stars,
dreaming her reality,
lost in the abyss with lust in her eyes;
I envy the abyss.
Her lips glistening in the starlight,
barely making it over the moon,
only to have a fleeting taste of her lips;
I envy the starlight.
Blood, flushing her face, the deepest shade of red,
cold air caressing her body for each touch causes it to have a million orgasms,
her tattoos the only ones inside her skin;
I envy her tattoos and I envy the air.
more beautiful than the moon, the stars, the darkness,
alone in my heart;
While I’m out envying the universe;
By the pool.
By: Viraj Belgaonkar