satishverma

DEEP UNDERSTANDING

Tilted lips on the wet eyes. 
Below the lids 
was floating an island in a lake. 

Latched to a full moon 
I was trotting with snowshoes, 
trekking with stars. 

A volatile virginity 
rebounds 
ticking in your heart, spiteful. 


And I, lonely as a black hill 
seek the silver dew 
that moons the green windows. 

O malignant night 
I was not worthy of death 
you bestowed on me.

Satish Verma