Today

satishverma

Knowing too much
was painful.

Shedding the fear, we were
disappearing in each other.

The rioting has spread
between deathless principles.

Unborn was
the sadistic attack-

sleeping on roses. There
was hidden sex in the pricks.

I made love with
the bones-
unthreading.

I will not borrow
the colors of moon
now.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 9th, 2016 22:45
  • Category: Nature
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