My body writes it all down
Notes every time she comes across another;
Every scratch of the nail against her bareback
Every flutter of your lashes
She remembers all of it in flashes,
Every tooth that digs into the lip
Drawing streams of red,
Every clutch of her waist
Trespasses and passing touches
Each whispered word on her earlobes.
Every tug of her strands
If he is lucky, she lets him inside her mind.
She relishes, savors the taste of him.
However, sometimes, she throws up.
every cruel word he says,
He may not know her
However, she remembers his hand print.
His shoe size between her breasts
When he wandered through the valley
That connects her to generations that.
Have passed on
She remembers the oppression,
The suppression against the walls that they built for her
She fights back, she caves in
She remembers every little touch on her skin.
Every aah that has risen from deep within,
She sees every look he throws at her
as a piercing glance that tears through her chest,
Sometimes stops at her breasts.
Some look through her eyes.
He sees her light making love to her dark
He radiates the glow, and he feels the burn.
She remembers how he smells.
She inhales from him.
every lease of life.
Her heartbeat against the side of his face
It doesn’t beat for him.
It’s running its race.
She writes it down
When you intrude,
As you enter the sanctum
moreover, the sacristy, when you touch
every forbidden holy space,
She only feels as much
As she allows herself to
She’s alive like a hurricane.
She’s dead at times too.
She shudders, at times she roars.
Lets it be but sometimes she scrubs
Her body clean,
Banishing you from her zone;
I let her decide her vibe.
For the body, they say, never lies.