DEEP UNDERSTANDING

satishverma

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

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 8th, 2011 22:10
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