Botanically

It was a slant love. Back to back, lips to lips. Lethal and dark strong yet delicate like spider’s web. A dark side of the moon sending conflicting signals to bacilli- of dirty lane, pink and blue. My pug licks the toes. The pugmark on green body. I am now flowering. Hydrangeas. • The primrose half-asleep Calendula was burning in veins. Unisex. The clenched fist of a desire. I will not accept a half-lip. The chaste tree was sending a bouquet of steaming pistils. Where the sun will sleep tonight ? Till the love-making was over on tangerines. The loose skin now invites the red ants, crawling, wearing your nails. Satish Verma