BLACKENED CROZIER

satishverma

Let it remain 
ovarian pure. After strangulating 
the truth, 
for hypoxic euphoria. 

Flies in your face 
the dirt, 
the denial, the terracota 
of superposition of speech 
hiding self-interest. 

Blackened crozier 
for wrinkeled crotch 
drops the ashes of love 
on unopened buds. 

Weeping willow sways 
in warm winds of prayers. 
Strawberry in holes 
nothing like bruise.

Satish Verma

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 12th, 2013 00:49
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