*return To Ashes

satishverma

Holding the thread,
I catch you in midstream.
A moon was watching.

*

The summer sends
the salt. You start licking
the red beans.

*

Let me fold
your hands. I am planting
the wild kisses.




*Again for Gustav Klimt.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 21st, 2017 22:33
  • Category: Nature
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