Again

Starting, she was on the edge,
wind from below,
alert, lean, sharp.
Her rapid pulse drummed tempo.
Acute angled collar bones,
shadowed hollows, gleaming curves.

Later she got soft.
Comfortable, complaisant,
laughable love handles, easy habits
set calm pace, set cool mood.

Now, doors have slammed,
there’s a thumping
in her chest.
She’s going back – to the beginning.

Dhaka 2014

 

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