Transgender

Every other morning,
For decades together,
She bathed at five
When she had lain
Legs spread and plain
The previous night
As her husband made love


She gathered his scent along
Bosoms shabby and hairlines disheveled
and scrubbed her off
his sweat and sperm
that ran along her sticky legs
Before she hurried
Down the stairs
Clad in cotton,
Eyes closed in ecstasy
of pending climaxes,
to her new found love
in her puja room.


whom she could love,
at leisure.



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