To Full Moon

by Satish Verma   Mar 15, 2019

you let it go,
the uneven fall of the tempest.

Which body,
would you turn on,
now; after inhaling?

the jessamines? An
overpowering instinct,
takes hold of you?

to death wish. I want
to make you sit
before me and ask?

why have you fallen
in love with a
fireball. A hidden mystery?

unflolds now. We knew
each other’s gift
of summer, hurting without knowing.


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