My luminous space of blue light vibrates not with the dance of your fingers.
My brown hair touched the constellation of stars,
As I panted like the pristine forest, beneath the sea,
Decades ago –
My umbilical cord connected me
with the root of the earth,
And I visualized your liquid eyes in the evaporating milky path.
I die, yet I live and become unassailable –
Yes! I am your beloved’s wildest fancy, an unstained conch shell, a powerful rebel,
Born to speak up truth through my pores, eyes, breath and clots of blood –
My anxieties shape up the garden of silence –
It’s a silence with no trace of people.
It’s the silence of the retreating sea and the advancing deluge !
Only God can portray the portrait of Surge upon my bosom !
Your infinite absence asserts my all – pervasive presence !
My Rights are my Pride !
Let me do justice to my feminine pores.
Let me fall in love more with my bruises, wounds, dreams, screams –
Touch me, yet I will remain untouched –
Let’s burn the bridge
And MOVE ON !