This is the first of a series of poems I wrote in the 1980s, in my early teens. Compare this poem to Autumn Again (1986), with its similar theme of womanly desire.
I would hear your name
And warmth would surge through my body
From depths of passion
I did not know
I possessed.
From my toes
The feeling would start
Womanly warmth
I told myself
I am woman.
Sweet passion
All consuming
Just at the sound of your name.
You make love to me
At night
Although we are oceans apart
I yield
I want to yield
And you are gentle.
I wake up fulfilled
Womanly desire
I tell myself
I am woman.
In every man
I try to find you
But none has
Your magical combination
Your body
Your mind
Your soul.
Am I your prisoner
Or are you my conqueror?
Is this your victory
Or my defeat?
You are man –
Is this your right?
Some days I forget you –
Am I fickle? I don’t know
I am woman.
Vanita Shukla Hork, 1982
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