Intimidation

A chilled moon was standing between the lovers and night was cruising around to extract the blood of a hangman. You want to go back and talk to old house for selling the dreams again. When the body ends, the hunger lives in another eye. Let me break the cycle and become fodder of a thought. Layer up layer aching in half-sleep brings the frozen rain falling from icy peaks. You bring cherries for moon who wants more. Give me a window to have a glimpse of still life. Satish Verma