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.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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