18 august 2013
MUTE DESIRE
Come Naja, come:
from the scented tree
and spread out your hood.
I will pull you down on my lips
One day.
Classical porn, Neanderthal.
In your stark nakedness I wanted an asylum.
A place guiltless, hands blackened, moony face,
Nothing to hide, except the fame
Of a fear.
Can I breathe in a cosmos? with integrity?
The interviews are corrupt, the dales stun,
The peace perverted, destroying the white birds.
O browning sun!
Wait till the moon rises.
The daily war is very raw
You burn your fingers
for purity.
Satish Verma
11 february 2026
wiesiek
10 february 2026
Jaga
10 february 2026
nieRuda
9 february 2026
wiesiek
7 february 2026
wiesiek
6 february 2026
Jaga
6 february 2026
wiesiek
5 february 2026
wiesiek
3 february 2026
wiesiek
30 january 2026
Jaga