A Naked Woman Poem by Shruti Goswami

I feel so cold,
Draw the wraps closer to me,
Yet it’s scorching as far as eyes could see.
I remember the time you told your friends,
“That’s the naked girl I sleep with”.

They marveled, for they had never,
Naively querying ‘bout the cost for the night.

“Nothing”, “she’s my girl, so it’s free alright.”
They secretly smirked,
Wondering about the novel introduction.
“Welcome to my world”, you said.

Ever since, I have been covered up,
I feel so cold,
I take more wraps to cover my soul,
And my sole identity.

The identity of a naked woman.