10 april 2021
Starburst
After finding the pulse,
you become a man-eater.
Decide to play a volcano―
to solve the mystery
of god.
Shirtless violence,
sells the skin, the vagus
and the cranium.
There was no difference
between black and white. I
had fallen for the crooked―
smile of death.
You appear like a
nymph in my stasis―
of thoughts. I kiss
my hands.
You penetrate in my bones.
O God, you were exactly my image.
Moon stained a poem beseeches
me, to lift my pen.
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