Soaked In Glory

The plunging line was?
going deeper, cutting close to
the bone. I was preparing 
myself to be martyred
alive.

Prod me viciously, my
love, I want to die in your arms before 
the dawn. It should be 
too good to be true 
for you.

Waterbirds. They are ready 
to take a flight. Petal 
by petal, sun will send you 
the message. I am going to fade away 
in moonlight.

Water hyacinth had the death secret.
Knife me gently. I will 
meet my Apollo in dark.


Satish Verma
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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