You’ve to believe me
When I say I can dress
You up in a saree.
Extend your hands.
Let me put on the
Blouse first.
It might take an unusually
Long time—
Well, it does,
To intimately button
All of my promises
Into your bosom.
The pleating can be
Tricky, but when I adorn
Each fold with our
Dreams and fantasies—
Pulling you closer to
Tuck the pleats into
The skirt, like it’s my
Compulsive fetish—
Don’t be surprised if
I kiss your nabhi, or
Inappropriately explore
The mysteries
That region could offer.
Wait patiently.
And when I throw the
Pallu over the other side,
Pinning it on your right
Shoulder like I’ve been
Into this job for over
Hundreds of years—
I might take a couple
Of steps back to
Adore your beauty
In its entirety.
And that’s when you
Should slip away,
While there’s time.
If I make an excuse,
Saying there’s
Something missing—
It’s alright if I put
A bindi, or just gently
Kiss your forehead.
But if I take my
Intentions to your
Sassy lips—
Know that
My edgy temptations
Have kicked in,
And thereafter,
You can’t escape the
Clutches of my
Sweet sins.