NIGHT LIGHT
That cameo was my secret grief. He will make you sing, the hooded moon. Not a sacred thing Kissing the toes of a traveller for fecundity. In doorway it was between us and them for bargaining for Dahlias. Lips unkissed will call for honey from bees. Eyes will search for a candle. In alien land of flames and tumultuous desires, the golden breasts will take revenge. Satish Verma
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