26 may 2013
SCARF ON HEAD
Tangled clues
with sensuous sparring;
the incense was rising from the blue moon.
It was body's integrity,
a lender was demanding
when lust had become prodigal.
Behind the thin veil, red eyes
stared unblinkingly
at the portrait of a nude zero.
When the light was nodding from a crown
the darkness spat on the feet
which walked on the roses.
A single thorn will not be envious
of the licking fingers.
A dropp of blood will tell the truth.
Satish Verma
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Jaga
14 december 2025
wiesiek
14 december 2025
jeśli tylko
12 december 2025
wiesiek
12 december 2025
Eva T.
10 december 2025
Anthony DiMichele
10 december 2025
Anthony DiMichele
10 december 2025
Anthony DiMichele
10 december 2025
Anthony DiMichele
10 december 2025
Anthony DiMichele