Wounded Path

by Satish Verma   Nov 26, 2014


I wanted you as a grain
not as a straw lover.
The effect of a lone moon:
when I decided
to abandon the land of questions
and word by word
erode you magic.

A genital journey lands you
back in explosive fire of being
or becoming not a secret sin.

We bare our wealth, drop
the silence and pursue a path
of destructive carnations.

Satish Verma

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