COMING OUT

Celebrating
the midnight at target shooting
making away of yourself.

The morning smells coming from
your axillae?
I cannot believe my
jaundiced eyes.

The blue night abusing
the white moon-
in a sizzling sky.
Hedonism?

I will keep your name
on the brink, before
I jump into fire.

What was the secret of the
lovers, who left their belongings
before disappearing into dark woods?

Satish Verma