Whiskey runs through your haggard veins  Your ashen face, still picturesque  Framed by gallant waves  Storm is raging, hush!  Hold on to your glass But you let it fall down your window pane.  Why do you pull that dress down your thighs, after all this time  Why do you grab a shawl to cover your breasts  The night that fell upon your sensual face  You kissed it fully, without another sigh Let me remind you  Of the palms that knew  Your blissful cries & kindled hues As the forget-me-nots woke with the drizzling drops I was Rain, trying to open you. Your eyes are worn out now Your heart has sunk The Marsala linen graces the floor My greedy eyes linger, behind the door All that is around us, is petrichor. My needs are no different from the wrath of the storm  Unfinished, Unfulfilled, Uncoloured  But your darkest eyes seek something else  And so I wrap myself up in our linen & drink whatever is left of you.