satishverma

Enigmatic

The secular love:
you are contaminated
between skin and prayer.

Back from the odyssey
finding a crop-circle
in bridal chamber.

Rival was an alien
with a flat stomach
thinking black.

The thieving sperms
had a glorious end,
unentered in grass.

Your body was churning out
a religion.
I will find out my own god.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 31st, 2015 23:59
  • Category: Nature
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