MISSING YOU IN BENGALI

As it ticks and it tocks and it inches along
There will be no my side of the bed or the wardrobe
Somewhere sometime soon you shall no more
Miss me in Bengali or in any other tongue

INSOMNIA 3

I feel you sleeping by my side
A softly heaving silhouette
Of dark against dark
Curled and wrapped in a blanket

I presume the usual frown
Is frosted with sweat beads
The familiar twitch around those lips
travels down your limbs

The heavy breathing needs
an adjustment of the pillows
But sleep on my love
And let us rise to a new morning