LANDSCAPING

Not contentious 
I will put you in moon 
for another rain. 

The invisible sex 
ticks the gravity of mouth 
that eats the murder. 

My body becomes an emperor 
even for the dust. 
Not the naked cloud. 

Blood colors the name 
of a sad priest. 
Who defied a smelling god. 

A pig burrows in snow 
to unwrap a gift. 
It was a strip tease.

Satish Verma