Annotations for Form: Caesura

If I were a cinnamon peeler / I would ride your bed / and leave the yellow bark dust / on your pillow. [Gaps between each individual line and inbetween stanzas throughout the performance. Shorter but noticeable gaps inbetween lines, longer 1 to 2 second gaps inbetween stanzas.]

Your breasts and shoulders would reek / you could never walk through markets / without the profession of my fingers / floating over you / The blind would / stumble certain of whom they approached / though you might bathe / under rain gutters, monsoon

Here on the upper thigh / at this smooth pasture / neighbour to your hair / or the crease / that cuts your back. This ankle / You will be known among strangers / as the cinnamon peeler's wife

I could hardly glance at you / before marriage / never touch you / - your keen nosed mother, your rough brothers, / I buried my hands / in saffron, disguised them / over smoking tar / helped the honey gatherers

This is how you touch other women / the grass cutter's wife, the lime burner's daughter / And you searched your arms / for the missing perfume

What good is it / to be the lime burner's daughter / left with no trace / as if not spoken to in the act of love / as if wounded without the pleasure of a scar

You touched / your belly to my hands / in the dry air and said / I am the cinnamon peeler's wife. / Smell me.

Stanza Nine / Naturalistic components (the belly, the dry air) are present and make up a body of sensory images as the poem concludes with the cinnamon peeler's lover embracing her identity as his wife, freely embracing the identity and his association to a strong scent.