What Ending

In your limpid eyes a pacifism slumps. All I could say was, wrong sex was ending in ice. Dark energy : we were not expanding Lies galore : we were casting off our skins. I will not seek afterlife. The hand carries the old coat. Retrodiction. Don’t want to shed the charm. Waited for the change which never came. Chicken , wearing love, no bones. Latest navel show. Walking on ramp. Aphrodiasiac for the dangling egos. Let us go for a collective suicide. Satish Verma