AbsurditiesA Poem by Satish VermaBeach walls? I have lost the moon again,
Beach walls? I have
lost the moon again, in red wine. The breast milk? Was it a sexiest remark? the fetus was still inside- the womb of a closed- circuit television. I had the sharpest sight in dark. You like the p***y. It purrs, around my ankles, when I talk to a pregnant future. Give me my croci. I want to make my tea purple. © 2017 Satish Verma |
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