21 April, 2014

Perversion

Again. The search
will start
for the virgin truth.

Unseen. The invisible
character, unfolds
a bipolar paradox.

So far. I have come
groping in dark
for a terpsichare.

Spineless. You
fly in the wordless
blues of the veins.

The underbelly
was smooth, tied with a
criminal moon.

Satish Verma

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