CONTEMPORARY

In tottering penetration 
of blue summer 
you become 
silent game. 

I accept my defeat 
from stones 
falling on 
intellect. 

Carbon fear of rosewood 
was rising 
to reintegrate 
illicit love of twilight. 

Testing the waters, before 
a swim in prophecies 
I ask the bank 
to hold the seasoned waves.

Satish Verma