India

I not only lost you to another woman, I lost you to another continent as well. You broke the final cords between me and my Indian lover and now after all these months you leave for Indian shores. Even i can see the irony!

The hot Indian sun can become tiresome but its land is varied and exotic, let this new lover be a soft accepting cushion for your weary head instead of my bony branch like self.

Just be wary of mirages and night sweat delusions. I shall think of you at night in foreign beds, other arms encircling you, while in the dry heat of the night cities reverberate about your head. I will not have Asia's constant heat to dry up my sadness. I must find someone else to come slam up against me, to knock you out of my mind. I will erase you from my mind with my body, a lustful force will wash away the imprint, the scent of you on my skin.

Only this aridness could have dried you up so soon.