The Shameless World

My sari's edge wanted to fall away
like plaster crumbling from the wall.

My eyes wanted to hide in pain
like kohl tucked inside its little box.

My heart wanted to find its peace
like the southern window of your house.

My fingers wanted to find your fingers
like that small child reaching out.

The kajal from my eyes would melt and fall
like henna staining my feet.

My shameless world was beautiful then—
beautiful as our love.