Brown & Blue
Alone I slip on yourkurta
Brown and blue, to prove
I could finally wear you
Without heartache
Your skin on mine
A frictionless glide
A 100% cotton slide
An asexual sheath
To be molted carelessly
Onto dirty wash heaps
Brown and blue, to prove
I could finally wear you
Without heartache
Your skin on mine
A frictionless glide
A 100% cotton slide
An asexual sheath
To be molted carelessly
Onto dirty wash heaps
To my dismay I feel
An electric tingle
In donning your scent
Seeking solace
In the warmth
Of your empty lair.
Atia Hazoor lives in London.
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