Une nuit blanche

At first i thought it was insomia
But it wasn't 
Neither the hustle bustle of the day
Nor the daily visit of mosquitoes at nightfall

It was already half past three in the dead of night
One of those summer days in India
When it was hot in the day
And the heat receded in the brume of the dark hours 

Rolling to and fro
On my stomach and my back
I ripped off the cloak of the mattress

The poor thing laid naked
While i enjoyed the freshness of it
Its nakedness

I clutched her lingerie in my fist
And fondled it into a baby pillow
The scent of dry stench ran to my nostrils
Now that it slept next to me

In shorts and boxers
Bare chested i was
Roving my fingers on the few chest hairs
They reminded me of the young man in me
Of the boy turning into a richly feathered c**k
But my mind did not run wild that night

I was perturbed
Bugged up

Why did she run away from me?
Like the girl from her lover
The bride from the altar
The wife from the nuptial night

Mine was not adept at deceit
Where did she fly to?

Leaving me sleepless
Restless

With weary eyes
Agog

I waited
On tenterhooks
While she was busy servicing other men.