11 October, 2012

BRAMBLE GATES

Hauled up 
the breast suture. 
You were following the milk route, 

epitomizing the fall. From the 
golden clouds. Wanting to 
swim in blue veins, 

you were drowned. The fire 
has spurted the blood. A carbon 
copy of exit strategy 

in your hands, you unreel 
the chains of libido in failed 
state of limbs. 

The cartel has littered 
the street with gentle greens, 
to buy the lips. Spurned 

lover commits a suicide.

Satish Verma

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