After The ScreamA Poem by Satish VermaAfter The Scream
Purpura, I will breath in you,
the purple-pink flowers of foxflove, when you collapse. Clairvoyance. I can see through you beyond the fog, in the darkest night. This was the primitive pain. My pampering has given you a taste of surrender. Like an unborn poem you swim on my tongue to find the shores. I want to lower the― guard and dance with the roving death. Ah, the passion flower. You will not mind, if I embrace your beautiful sunset. © 2021 Satish Verma |
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