Unloosing

by Satish Verma

Maligned, the
space between us
let's go to the mammary

a flame scoops up the void,
we speak no names,
I carry you in my skinned arms
to the weeds
for seminal mutability;

shipwrecked, I fear of depth,
turbulence, I will honor the drop
on the cheeks of sea, green shores

in the night, I will walk out of the snare
the gulls will come in a flock

22-Nov-2010

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