Rafiul Alom Rahman
As she strips off,
I see her tattooed thighs
like those of an ancient goddess –
lusty, ungodly and devil-like.
I crawl into her bed.
I suck her breasts like a baby,
unable to grasp the theatricality of words.
I look for meaning between her thighs,
but see a vast pool of darkness instead.
In the folds of her pink Sari,
my lover holds a curse.