My first sip of you

Was a shock of chilly

And deep molten chocolate

Mayan civilization

Or Maya of the tantra

I know not

Nidra refused

to touch me

that night

I went back to Marc’s Cafe.

The tall boyish-look man

with no moustache

smiled, and said,

There was no caffeine

            in it,

                     if that’s what

                                  you are asking

Perhaps it was

too sweet for you?

Do I cut

the chocolate by half?

Oh dear life!

Who wants you

if after Mayan Cacao

there are no red lips

from hot rush of

chilly-chocolate,

Or caffeine,

as the case may be

Who cares to live,

Kiss-less?

Red lip-less?

I would rather be

left kajal-d

with sleepless-eyes

Than be left

so un-kissed