Cuddling

between unequals
to and fro
beastly joy of horror
you want to press the trigger,

timebomb, your laughter,
and sneaky mind
restless syndrome of legs
you cannot stand on tiptoes
to review the fall
from the clouds

the moon overshot
the endless night
sun rises gently
on the window


Satish Verma
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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November 21, 2009 at 10:57 PM
Compelling write, Satish. Guess the mind skips "to and fro" between the sunset and sunrise. Very nice! Love, Carolyn
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