Soaked In Glory

by Satish Verma   Feb 12, 2019


The plunging line was?
going deeper, cutting close to
the bone. I was preparing
myself to be martyred
alive.

Prod me viciously, my
love, I want to die in your arms before
the dawn. It should be
too good to be true
for you.

Waterbirds. They are ready
to take a flight. Petal
by petal, sun will send you
the message. I am going to fade away
in moonlight.

Water hyacinth had the death secret.
Knife me gently. I will
meet my Apollo in dark.

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  • 5 months ago

    by Brenda

    Fascinating as always, nominated.