In Sleep

A cult of sound without lips
was growing. The veil had staked its claim.
Staying myself I thought I will become
you ; there would be a lured kill !

Moaning inside, a wave has ruffled
the sea. Serpent of moon quakes the  shore.
Death was worthy of a kiss. A gull
flies away with glassy wings.

Rediscovering a beehive, honey of the 
immaculate queen, between the breasts lies
a rival, I do not drag out the rainbow, I 
have lost the will to trap the blue-fish.

We are distancing. A saddest tree drops
the seed in  abyss, blackened, somebody
buries it inside a wall. The stones have
no option, up to neck the opacity runs. 


SATISH VERMA
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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