Pearl – drops
on your upper lip:
heat –
of a stand-off
between
inside and outside.
More spiritual
I become
forgetting
the black eye,
I want to go back
with empty hands.
My home
is far away,
doorless,
roofless,
where dark squints at the moon.
Satish Verma
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you have such a strong grasp on the use of imagery that your poems come to life on the page. I love the pearl drops on your upper lip... wonderfully enchanting.
This poem is filled with beautiful imagery. I also loved the pearl drops on your upper lip....I could picture it. Well written. Have a happy day.
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