Climacteric

Tonight when you deploy the pillow to block the doors and the skin fails; a moon will enter by sealth from the window in virgin black night. I will bring forest flames from where, adoration never stops. There may be a disconnect- when you kill the time; yet turmoil rises with sensuality. A fluid design appears in blue dark. There was balka- nization in the limbs. I grab the waterfalls, climb the strings and reach the bliss of a poem. Satish Verma