We Will Not Part Poem by Satish Verma

We Will Not Part



Show me your hand
where I tattooed
for the unborn dream.

You ask for a ghost
who sits on stigmata to
invite the butterflies.

In golden valley
I will plant blueberries
to kiss half-shut moons.

Saturday, December 9, 2017
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