By
Ananya Chatterjee
Bare
The vermillion sunrise
Between my eyes
The mangalsutra that rests
Between my breasts
The iron bracelet
The silver amulet
Each one a decoy
An ancient ploy
To tell the rest
I’m your conquest.
Each of them
Yell, in tandem
“Spread your legs
And surrender to sex.”’
If you really want
To peel me, bare,
Then strip me off
The vermillion layer..
And the iron cuff…
Make me yours
Just with love.
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