satishverma

Under the Covers

Learning something about 
a cause with remote effect 
you will have a soul 
connective to the body. 
Near the end of the home 
lies the river of fire. 
Time to bid goodbye 
to blind walls 
and enter the arena of lashings. 

It was difficult to unremember. 
The mind rambled and you were chewing 
the kiss of death. 
Time traveled in circle, 
dealing with fear. 
I waited for the space, to widen between us 
to breathe forgiveness. 

Nothing stirs the waves. 
The water reflects the elegy, 
a poem for the trapped one. 
Nostalgia for the brood, 
the age gives way. Half aloud 
the evening settles under the covers. 
Brute claws kill the span.

Satish Verma