You read me upside down.

breech baby.

she was a 

For they said

down.

upside 

to write a poem

seven

for a girl of

This much was enough

from beyond her infant memory.

Tingles realized in sleep

his penised hands.

thrust upon by

time and again

to savor the pleasure-like

in-between her legs

and rolled bed sheets

dreamt love

Tore her grades,

naked silhouettes.

and saw

from other rooms

to midnight lust

Listened

over rangoli blocks.

Played skipping games

smelled guava. 

and

at the blue god

She growled