Satish Verma


Namaste


Back and forth 
back and forth 
culture whores 
were removing the skin tags 
from armpits. 
The private plateaus spurting 
lemon grass juice. 
 
Between kind questions 
and cruel answers 
I watch the heat rlsing. 
 
Scanning the leukemic beach 
the sex drenched hour 
squirms with pubic pain. 
 
Two round hills - 
firm breasts tucked under white clouds 
were weary of lip slaves. 
 
Namaste sunset 
I was waiting for you.



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