Was it love? or what!

May be it was love...
under the deep blue moon
the moon.. in love with the sun...
and I, in love with you...




I remember the passion... 
which we shared....
the smell of your body..
Virile and Manly.


all came to  halt, 
when you gave me your left hand...
a hand to cling...
for eternity...


I remember the nights
We shared!
sweaty nights,
smelly nights
disturbing, lovely, naked nights...
we stood there... caressing our bodies.... bare...


virile and effete
angelic or demonic
---
we stood on our feet
in an apathetic nakedness..
going in an unknown world..




all was turbulant, 
like when a volcano 
meets a tornedo..
still i remember it.


was it love?
it all dissappeared 
like the smell of your body..

was it pain...
or pleasure.


I found a note one day...
"Good bye", was all it said.




it was not love, I guess!
it was a game...
 an intense game
and I –
merely one of it’s pawns
was feasted upon..mercilessly..