Gene-edited,
manhood was taking punches...
The merriment of summer has at last
Bequeathed its final spell upon my eyes...
How is it that leaves slip so easily?
What makes a tree want to let one go...
It was not enough.
Your charity to feed raptors...
You did not give,
what I asked for moksha...
Half moons in eyes,
you want to change gender...
Nothing was taboo
for the god climbers...
Searing wood scent
eagerly fills the air...
My inguinal pain,
watching mating of moons...
You were not the
complete face of body...
I was reluctant
to miss the blood moon...
I don't like.
The smoke on the occult love at...