Half the night for you
half the night for me
in between,
when we are going to light our lamps?
A clock is ticking away
time elopes with stars.
When the gametes meet
a spark will chuckle in dark.
Tonight I am going to open my wrists
throwing the lines in water.
Take care of the lineage
flesh eaters are moving.
A pink rose looks at me
like moon in a honeycomb.
It was bittersweet, hurting, kissing
the thorn in my thumb.
Satish Verma
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