remember a naked body
is a different person.
an absence of almost nothing,
a presence of so much more
than the clothes tend to hide.
shoulders like a dome
of a sandcastle –
soar with every kiss
slump with every clasp.
lips like a parched well
hiding a spring,
pouring wine up to the brim,
into the ears…
bareness does to a body
what poetry does to a mind,
lay open all that one doesn’t know…
and never dries out.
there runs a slender trail of loneliness
in each body, leave it be.
a cross over crease
to a naked world.
a secret galaxy…
Rachit Sharma works in the social sector, he designs and facilitates leadership programs for young people. His poetry has appeared in a number of Indian and international literary platforms.
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