Coming Out

satishverma

Celebrating
the midnight at target shooting
making away of yourself.

The morning smells coming from
your axillae?
I cannot believe my
jaundiced eyes.

The blue night abusing
the white moon –
in a sizzling sky.
Hedonism?

I will keep your name
on the brink, before
I jump into fire.

What was the secret of the
lovers, who left their belongings
before disappearing into dark woods?

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 21st, 2016 19:12
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 12
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