Strip Tease Poem by Ananta Madhavan

Strip Tease



They were the word 'pink' made flesh.
If eyes spat rays, no armour could have saved them.
Gored in the spotlight, they would twitch and lie,
A mound of ripe, contaminated meat.


'Tis we who strip, leaving first
Our eyelids with the overcoats;
Then, with champagne frothing in the mouth,
Discard our civic surprise;
Sated and glazed at last, surrender
The bareness of a tired spirit.


The naked are the void.

Tuesday, March 25, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: paris
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Wrote this in youth after a visit to Paris.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 25 March 2014

civic surprise, really good writing.

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