Wild Thoughts Poem by Satish Verma

Wild Thoughts



It was syntax
killing a kiss.
You play with a button.

You press a rose,
between the lips,
in black and white.

A nerve quivers
from head to toe.
Where the stars go when you cry.

Wednesday, June 29, 2016
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