You were casual
in making bed of thorns...

Tracing ancestory,
my poem will talk to you one day...

Nothing matters now
after decimating dreams...

I don't like.
The smoke on the occult love at...

I was reluctant
to miss the blood moon...

You were not the
complete face of body...

My inguinal pain,
watching mating of moons...

Nothing was taboo
for the god climbers...

Half moons in eyes,
you want to change gender...

You did not give,
what I asked for moksha...

It was not enough.
Your charity to feed raptors...

Gene-edited,
manhood was taking punches...