SHACKLWS

Spark of libido was doused 
in golden dust. 
Let the darkness decide 
the ascension of ice. 

The possession of naked rose, 
him, the pure jewel 
panicks in the manipulation of hands 
crawling on the purple sea 

of corals. A battle starts 
for a mystic wheel, for opening 
the door of heaven. A sooty 
entrance in the hall of sins. 

The gathering of queens, a flock 
of serpents; the failing guts 
of the hero, what if the city 
that never wakes.

Satish Verma