UNCLOTHING

Thread by thread,

a slow dismantling,

removal of colour

wrecking of pattern

unscrambling motif

a miscarriage of line and space:

so many names for fragmenting.

Our disguises are many

and our unclothing unpredicted

but the mirror,

she knows

so it matters not

which hands rip apart

our garments

or why:

it is a has to be done thing

so says the Book of Love.

[From the collection 'Stray kites on string-less days']


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