Today by Satish Verma

Knowing too much 
was painful. 

Shedding the fear, we were 
disappearing in each other. 

The rioting has spread 
between deathless principles. 

Unborn was 
the sadistic attack- 

sleeping on roses. There 
was hidden sex in the pricks. 

I made love with 
the bones- 
unthreading. 

I will not borrow 
the colors of moon 
now.

Satish Verma