A french film

It's summer

we're living in the countryside

where the greens meet the blues

ochre and gold, husk wheat fields
as far as the eyes can see

our home is a log cabin

wooden floors and fences

where I am always wearing white dresses

sheer, frills and laces

holding the laundry basket

on the curve of my waist

pinning wet clothes to the nylon rope.

Our room brimming with cream sheets

walls and floor drenched with paint

you're always puffing cigarettes

always making portraits

on canvasses

my chiseled bones,

soft curls tied in a bun,

balmy lips, soft, smooth

and sunlight a golden heaven on my breasts,

I'm so alive in your portraits

It's raining now

I rush

to pick the laundry

pouring rain washes me

and washes your portraits of me

I am alive in your arms, you say,
art

it's a feeling

our love
is a french film

A French film by Madiha Shams Khan