16 Days of Activism | Entry 2

Poem
by Minakshi

That September twilight,

When the town was still drowsy

From the day’s humdrum

And I had just woken from that same dream

Her red silk drape still lay on the wooden floor

A studded brooch and a bottle of French perfume on the mirror table

Some sexy G-string lingerie in dark blue carelessly dropped near the stairway.

I can still smell the coffee,

The red lipstick mark on the mug in which she sipped

And the stain of dark chocolate on the pastel blue linen in bed

The chocolate we used to make love from last night

Still lingered on…. 

While I caressed her bosoms and she caressed mine

The red lipstick now leaving its mark not just on the mug

But my breasts, lips and parts of my skinny thighs

I was panting as she moved her hands across my neck to my lower back

Glistening in the red dim shade of the lamp

her imperfect bodyline was simply too perfect

From her swollen heel from the new pair of stilettos,

to the droplets of sweat on her curves, 

From the warmth of her unwaxed body,

to the soft touch of her dark black nipples  

From the red bite on my left bosom,

to the touch of her firm hand on my neck as she untied my rough unkempt hair  

There was only and only

….nothing, but longing for more 

I could hear,

Those chatters

some that mocked

many that scoffed

and others that sneered 

That September twilight

Amidst the cacophony 

It was our world of infinity

(As part of 16 days of activism, we invited entries on Life of Sexual Minorities. We will be showcasing more in the days to come. Watch this space)