The absent moon
in a tea cup
without milk.
Lips reaching moon
like a reprimand.
A spider’s kiss.
Unmothered story,
contempt untitled:
Surface-tension.
The speed of
space in motion
like winter smoke.
The sun
buried the snow
in your eyes.
Satish Verma
in a tea cup
without milk.
Lips reaching moon
like a reprimand.
A spider’s kiss.
Unmothered story,
contempt untitled:
Surface-tension.
The speed of
space in motion
like winter smoke.
The sun
buried the snow
in your eyes.
Satish Verma
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