Theme: Life


The flesh was putting up a brave dialogue. 
I was willing to play the game. 
Stunned, shocked, pleasantly sore 
basking in heat of silk throat, 

I asked the needles to go ahead 
and stitch the wounds without loss of blood. 
Wasps were waiting to light the candles, 
so that they can attack the pink skin. 

The fruit bats were hanging upside down; 
time for fellatio. A boundary was submerged 
in deluge of anger. It was a white night 
for an ice cream cone. God bless the queen. 


More By  :  Satish Verma

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