Eternal Drift

satishverma

A hidden lump was revealed
in annual ritual.
You flung open the gates-

to take away the regal pain.
Was it a reprisal
for a purple nail?

Withdrawl was threatening.
In the line of fire
comes the guilt.

The suicide in the goddess
womb? Celebrate if
you pull out.

Floating on the drifting
threat. The welts will sing
the erotica.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 20th, 2015 22:34
  • Category: Nature
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  • Yorke

    As beautiful as it is , I rarely understand your work. This piece however is more direct I feel, possibly about recent life experiences, maybe cathartic or an acceptance of illness?
    Whatever the meaning your words themselves always hold an abstract beauty, always a joy to read.



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