Drowning
Wanting
twin lips of a viola.
Sun
polishing the dagger.
Death was only feet away.
A seething ocean
of mirrors
unmakes the bed.
You sleep in shoes
like a *****.
Naked as a moon
the hand opens the gate.
Sheer feline
night moves in
purring.
Satish Verma
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