Consensual chemistry―
you were entwined with
a dervish.
Banana grove. A breather
for upside downs. Moons falling
from the sky.
A body sails.
You start wooing, clean
and genteel autumn―
for undisputed courtesy.
The fear of bliss. You
have a death wish. Empty chair.
You will not come back.
I think this is poetry.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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