Difficult Choice

satishverma

If a gadget turns 
you on, and I cannot 
listen the voiceless 
music, how would 
we meet in parasynthesis? 

A parakeet lifts the long 
tail to climb on― 
the grill to watch the 
sweep of clouds, whistling 
past, when the world 
was mud-splattered. 

Take my hand and hold 
the queer. I was never me 
in the maddening crowd. 
I listen to only my body.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 30th, 2018 20:38
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 25
  • Users favorite of this poem: Laura🌻
Get a free collection of Classic Poetry ↓

Receive the ebook in seconds 50 poems from 50 different authors


Comments +

Comments2

  • kevin browne

    And I listen to your complexity of love and fear combining in your writing. Your brave expression about being queer touches upon my heart because I have my tendencies to indulge with whatever I what and feel the need to do. I like your words here. They lean up against each other with life and it's passions. Great work.

  • Laura🌻

    Excellent!



To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.