Sunday, January 22, 2012

Yesterday

there was the afternoon sun,
Shradha's long legs
Pooja's big curls
and my eyebrows-
thick like a paintbrush.

we're girls who want our men
to love us with our facial hair and all that
we are girls who believe
there is no such thing as promiscuity
-either there is want
or there isn't

'wants are sexier than needs' anyway
like Shradha puts it

so, yesterday
we slipped on canvases
that listed afternoon sex
self-obsession
and liberation
that came from nudity

we snacked on sushi and eggplant,
gulped down teas from plastic cups
and marveled at the boy
with pouting, delicious-looking lips,
who paints reflection, mangled desire
and estrangement

he is everyman-
beautiful and abandon-bound

yesterday,
we thought we had arrested time,
even as our breasts are fast sagging,
skin shriveling up
and hair asking for more than a barber's scissors                                                                                                                          

2 comments:

  1. The alphabets, matches, dry winter grass, dogs entering staring contest, lips and tongues, hair and frolicking sun; 'yesterday' is kaleidoscopic.

    It was a lovely afternoon that ended with such delicious hugs :]

    More for the future.

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  2. i forgot the dogs :) too many dogs in my life right now. i landed at work with brown hair all over my stockings, jumper and skirt today

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