a life less ordinary

we were lying naked in bed
with the lights out having a smoke after

the moonlight reflecting from the lake outside
threw dancing shadows on the rafters

her body was cool from the sweat evaporating
as she ran a lazy finger down my spine

you could tell how she loved our bodies
both her own and mine

i’m gonna leave you she softly said letting
the words hang quietly in the dark until they got caught

up in the rising smoke and twisting and turning
went and draped themselves on the walls

emotions are fickle and neither
you nor i will always feel the same

these state of affairs we’re trying to maintain
will soon enough go stale

as we strive to retain
the equanimity our passions will soon be
reduced to a ritual mundane

like a clerk dressed up going to office everyday
stepping carefully over the same
begriming puddle. we were meant to be nomads 

why then seek to prolong these moments of quiescence

that’ll only bring out the worst in us
the jealousy the insecurities the numbing complacence

staying put is just not an option or life will drag
you by the hair and drown you in obscurity

some of these days you will thank me for leaving
for making your life a little less ordinary

then the embers at our fingertips went off
and we lay awake side by side silent in bed

life rippled in the shadows as i breathed in the smell of her hair
but she had already left