Draped in burka
Folds so thick you sweat and chafe but
Your shape cannot be seen.
Windows translucent let in light.
But you cannot be seen.
You spend your days, alone, within his home.
Your thoughts are all you own.
No music, no pictures, just bare walls and floors
You wash and scrub.
You cook up his meals
Lay by his side at night.
Your eyes, limpid pools of brown, awash with tears,
The lenses transparent.
But no one sees.