UNLOOSING

Maligned, the 
space between us 
lets go the mammary 

a flame scoops up the void, 
we speak no names, 
I carry you in my skinned arms 
to the weeds 
for seminal mutability; 

shipwrecked, i fear of depth 
turbulence, I will honor the drop 
on the cheeks of sea, green shores 

in the night I will walk out of the snare 
the gulls will come in a flock

Satish Verma