Transforming a dupatta into
a wedding veil,
sari pleats to please your in-laws,
a baby’s softness,
a curtain to protect your daughter,
a noose of death
when your spirit was broken
pounding the stage with …
reverance
for what moves within you
the audience stirs
I feel the vibrations
in my seat
I feel the vibrations
at the meeting of my thighs
I feel the vibrations…
deep in there somewhere
a new window is discovered
a new room
a new door
and they quiver in delight
at the pounding
of your beautiful body….
arajohannes 