satishverma

BURNING ACROSS THE SKY

Like a stingray it stung me tonight 
the new moon. 
A live flame lobbing the sparks. 

The seduction had bypassed 
the sleezy love 
of white egrets. 

When are you going 
to make a history 
by failing to fall? 

Can I touch your blue veins 
my moon? 
They had been aching to step out. 

When beast and passion 
meet in the blue-faced sky 
you start a belly dance.

Satish Verma