Like a Moonbeam

A brief encounter with the depth charge, 
paralyzed waist down, 
looking within 
looking without 
counting the vibrations in sea shells, 
I could hobble along with a younger poem 
my love trapped in words. 

We were reaching nowhere 
near destination. 
Our shadows entwined 
with our steps. 
Bluebells not withstanding catkins of mulberry 
stood waist high 
for the catwalk. 

We kept wishpering 
unworldly nothings, 
like autumn leaves rustling in air. 
Petals of purple bruises squirting the smell of desire. 
I will touch you 
like moon beam 
from dark sky.

Satish Verma