Dimensions, please?

Dimensions, please?
Length
Breadth
Width
Height
Base
Angle
Area
Proportion

But
The volume
The capacity
The intensity
The uniformity
The symmetry
The proportionate interception
Of acute angles
Of my organs to yours
The obtuse triangle
Could be the result
And conclusion
Conclusion, could it be a conclusion?

The equation of dissection
Of the mass
Of your body
Without the weight
Of fabric and cloth
That sticks to the flesh
Of your body

The fat and flesh
The skin and bone
All alone
Lone
Without the
Mathematical calculation
And the vocabulary
Of my dictionary.

The red lips
Stitched to silence
No noise
Chin up
The longer the neck
The deeper the appearance
Of cleavage
The fullness I gauge
The slender
The tender
My rough hands
Around the soft skin
Of your waist
My hands fail to feel
The mass and volume
Of your ass
But the measuring tape
Takes me to places already
In my head
Staring at your legs
And flower that’s hidden
Between them
I can see it bloom
Even with cloth over it

My hungry eyes
My starving lust
Can’t wait to feast
Make a lot of a night
My fingers stretch
My arms widen
I hide my tongue that slurps
And the measurement tape hangs

I request with a smile
Length
Breadth
Width
Height
Base
Angle
Area
Proportion

Dimensions, please.

 

Dimensions, please? is a poem about male gaze and sexualising women’s bodies through eyes and words. It’s a one-sided conversation of objectification.

The poem starts with a question like a man bending to ask for a favour, and ends with a full stop because a man’s word is taken far more seriously. There’s that subtle hint of patriarchy, male power and male ego that flows throughout.

 

Words: Aekta Khubchandani

Edits: Priyanka Sutaria

Illustration: Sanika Palsikar

 

 

 

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