Dancer

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….

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