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 Dec 2013 Mahesh Hegde
Elizabeth
I feel the warmth of your glowing skin
as the cloth that drapes your shoulder slowly drops
I feel your caresses from deep within
although you haven't touched me yet

as you lose that piece of fabric
you lose yourself in me
in the unknown
our love
brings

and fabric
is not just cloth
but a metaphor in
which we hide our forbidden
love and carnal desire, for we are one

no one can care to interfere in our world
no one knows how you lain with me
and in this world of you and me we need no company
just you and me undressed for us to see
 Dec 2013 Mahesh Hegde
Elizabeth
first day
i liked all your pictures
you said a few things and surprisingly i listened
it was my birthday you politely wished me happy birthday
second day
we talked about opera
we share a few favorites
third day
you asked me where I was
I was at TJ's
Fourth day
Fifth day
i sent you a picture of a puppy you sent me pictures of yours
we kept on talking while sitting a few people away
it was nice
sixth day
you said you would stay up with me
we kept each other in good restless company
took a few walks
studied a bit and distracted each other when needed
you invited me over
seventh day
when i came over you gave me your blanket to get under
my head fell into place onto your shoulder because  I was tired
it was very easy comfortable and nice
and as my hands got cold I reached under the blanket
i accidentally grazed your hand
and then in that moment
it wasn't all so accidental
you reached for mine
and our fingers were loosely entangled
i made myself more comfortable
listening to the pulse in between our hands
and your heart beat in sync with mine

and on the eight day i wait
and wait
and wait to understand this week
and to understand you
 Dec 2013 Mahesh Hegde
Elizabeth
As a child I was taught poetry
the quiet writing of feelings reflections
often in a beat with a rhyme and a few examples of alliteration

I was taught that as a woman my feelings
should be hid and kept quiet
that when I liked a boy it was not my place
to ask him whether he liked me back
I was taught to look out for myself by not dressing slutty
not walking home late at night
I was taught that my curvy figure would make people
question my morals my virginity my character
I was taught that as a girl I won't be as successful in math or science
I was taught to give myself to other pursuits
in liberal arts or domestic dealings
I was taught that even if by some miracle I found success in the fields where I "wouldn't be successful"
that I would and should give it up in a heart beat to raise a family
I was taught that I must share my feelings
my emotions my struggles
but not in a loud and open way

I had to remain quiet cool composed

Poetry was to be my outlet, written in couplets sonnets and verse
quiet and held inside written on paper
stored away from the world
to be read inside the mind
by others- men, teachers, parents
in order to decode me
and learn how to
keep
me

silent
This is meant to be read aloud/ performed as spoken word. I'm also working on the "sister" poem to this one.

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