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



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