Wounded Path
I wanted you as a grain
not as a straw lover.
The effect of a lone moon:
when I decided
to abandon the land of questions
and word by word
erode you magic.
A genital journey lands you
back in explosive fire of being
or becoming not a secret sin.
We bare our wealth, drop
the silence and pursue a path
of destructive carnations.
poem by Satish Verma
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