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,

budding

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.