I will build a house in desert
So you don’t have to keep your pants stuck at ankles
So you don’t have to undo your inside out clothes right away.
I want to build a house in desert
So I don’t have to keep my fingers between your teeth
So you can quiver, tremble, convulse, pant, grunt, sigh
And I can bask in your glory.
I want to build a house in desert
So you don’t have to hide your scars
They make sense to me
Like a pair of sad constellations on your arm.
I want to build a house in desert
So you can drench my t-shirt
And you wouldn’t have to worry about the stains tears leave.
I want to build a house in desert
So I could let you weep, sleep, be close, be distant
In my arms, cradled till dawn.
Shambhavi is a queer poet, photographer and writer. Her Instagram handle is @fallaciesandfantasies
Latest posts by Shambhavi Dewedi (see all)
- Poem: What it is about Women that I love - July 22, 2020
- #RhymeAndReason: Behind Closed Doors - June 30, 2020
- Poem: A House in Desert - May 25, 2020