Entranced

by Satish Verma

It was a broken lamp,
the orphean tragedy.
You were found sexless
in a naked bowl.

Making love on hay
the moon crashed on moonstones.
Memory of shells tossed on bed
of roses was still alive.

The divine leaf falls, opens the
scars of plums. Immoral,
a white tiger pounces on a
rimless scream.

Covered with crocus you break
the brown hills. Through touch
I meet you in dark. My green hands
hold you in folded palms like a firefly.

07-Mar-2013

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