On being cheated on

you want the world to engulf you in the mollycoddled pink niceness
you want options to emerge under your feet
declarations of love from strangers, auto drivers who are nice
every gesture leading to a flower like in a nokia ad
you want perpetrators to weep and laugh with you as you desire
you want everyone at the table to breathe a sigh and say..
its over, we know, lets just give up on this and eat
you want prawns cooked in white wine, sushi that melts in your mouth
stars that are suddenly closer to your eyes
people you are distant from to suddenly become friends
all others to stop and clap when you enter a room
with their eyes to reach into you, to forget their own problems
or to tell you their problems when you need to be distracted
you want dance parties and rock shows, you want
bangalore music bands to improve dramatically and move you with music
you want to meet a funny jack black, with so much wit and intelligence
that it boils out like fat under his clothes and that it shreds all men before...
you want a woman .. not a woman to talk to, those are terrible
but to hold, whose clit to discover and roll in your tongue .. to whom
you will do all those secrets learnt and kept hidden..

instead you get measured goodness and silence