See Through by Musaemura Bonas Zimunya

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My heart here

rages with sun-presence

and the noisy open street

to embrace indian soft

female limbs

whose coppery warmth

defies garments and

hosiery

My desire is stayed

because I am left

abandoned in the growl

of traffic as the moment

leapt out of my hands.

I am seen

naked in my eyes.