Friends today, more tomorrow.
The drunk afternoon drags on
Summer sun burning through my the balcony rails
Into late evenings
Stumbling like you and I
Through the doors and barley past the hall
Whiskey sours spilled on the floor, half smoked cigars dipping inside the smudgy glasses
The sunset crawls in like pink trickles and scattered orange peels
Undressing the dusk
Swallowing the day and our heartbeats
As the night in Bombay hums to life
Wide awake from a lazy stupor of a weekend
Like us
Spilled and spent on the soft rugs
The sunset leaves and weaves its eyes shut
As our love bleeds its last drops
Into the sky - a blood orange
Home to smoke, sea gulls and the smell of burning petrol