For Something Poem by Satish Verma
For Something
Rating: ★5.0
Genus Viola.
Which gender you want it
to belong?
Pansy was most effeminate.
The tender touch.
It reaches you inside. You
start trembling
like aspen, ready to fall.
Full breasted, a
crimson moon will spill
the buttermilk for
a rosarian.
It was hot, very hot
for the quivering pearls of pistons;
for merciless decapitation.
Saturday, July 16, 2016
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4/26/2024 6:13:11 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The tender touch. It reaches you inside. You start trembling like aspen, ready to fall. Full breasted, a crimson moon will spill the buttermilk for a rosarian. Two beautiful stanzas from a very beautiful poem. Thanks poet for sharing it.10 mark's. Subhas