you’re wearing the bra too low
squeezing your breasts against
your ribs flat
but when you hold your arms
across your chest
your kurta though large i’m
afraid sticks to your back
and in a series of rolling dunes
and pinched off troughs
it gives you away
and i wish i could just go up to
you and say
relax it’s cool just revel in
your voluptuous folds
or maybe tell you how sick i am of
these stupid clothes
that you have such lovely skin
and such sexy eyes
or that the purple stole
goes really well with your smile
and your orange keds are a riot and
i’m mesmerized by your hair
unruly
or just that you’re truly
beautiful
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