Mascared curtains keeping in
The depth of kohled dark secrets
What mysteries do they carry
Leaving me spell bound
Like the spaces between the collar bones
Holding tightly the softness
And the confidence of womanhood
Or it is the goosebumps
Left by the kiss of cold breeze
At the nape of neck
And the dusk brushing off its golden shades
In the middle of breasts
Or maybe it’s the freckles
Between the shoulder blades
The way bones curve
Like a sharp bow
Below the navel
The parting of lips whispering
The mellifluous song of revolution
Healing the trauma of generations
Carved into the bones of our kind
Maybe it’s this
Or a thousand other things
I still don’t know what it is
What it is about women that I love
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
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