They had skin like a marbled sky-
ripples of melanin,
patches of paint.
A fine coating of flecked gold
dotted their limbs.
Resplendent vermillion flakily fell,
Snaking, creeping up the part,
Gently swaying down the small of their backs,
unravelling like silk at the hands
of even a stranger.
their reveries in the dazzling desert sun.
A shadow descends.
Their sarees fall.
Their screams –
drown in the sand.