Loving With The Lights On (Big Girls Do Cry) Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

so here she is
in black
because black slims
and the magazines
say not slim
is not sexy
and not sexy
is bad.

its only in the late twilight
the reubenesque
beauty disrobes,
where
vague shadows
and sultry silhouettes
outline
this body seldom seen
by man or woman.
even her own eyes
rarely gaze
and reflections
are
ignored

dusk darkens
with the same wish,
made every dusk;
for a blind man,
to braille his
way around her body
possessing the ability
to only read
the suppressed sexuality
in every
contour

Just once,
she'd like to love,
with the lights on.