NOMENCLATURE

O leviathan, 
enter the dark cloud of death 
defanging fire, 
the mountain wants to shiver. 

Sand was slipping from my fists. 
I cannot hold the time; 
wet eyes 
will find another moon. 

The milk had dried up in body. 
A heart burns like bonfire, 
for a heretic. A lone stranger 
in a city of wolves. 

A bareback beauty sits on the rock 
waits for the sea 
to bring her the poison. An Aphrodite 
will never call for nothing. 


Satish Verma