Honey Mooner Poem by Satish Verma

Honey Mooner



There was a silky assault
by a gray cloud over the sickle moon
and I went crazy.


Moon said I will come again
for the glittering makeup
when the curtain are drawn.

Indelible tattoos on my breast
will haunt you whole night.
You must suck the stars meanwhile.

Come March, I will shower the
blue stains on your shirt.
It will remind you the number of nights
you slept with me.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: crazy,moon
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