Play grounds of an elevener

I saw female curves
in my early hour dreams.
And often, drew them.
Silhouettes in white,
on my class six blackboard   

Later, we played
King and Queen.
Lone, after school hours,
the creaking cot,
and the dusk, mounting
wrote poems on our skin.

The jealously, the bangles,
and the dance we shared,
Conspired, in my shower
Where, we saw
each other,

The colors on my canvas,
Blues in rain
and reds in snow.
Bodies on a map,
Latitudes, lust, slaughter,
Seasons on my butterfly frock

I am the queen
who waged wars of loss,
Ran steps, climbed trees
and bought a skipping rope.
To abort, the lives
Feared crept in.


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