Strange Relationship
A ghost walks on strands
of never verse.
Under the lamp, I read your message
in awe.
The fusion beneath the anonymous
light leads to latent heat. The words
bring the feel of a breast.
Every nuance melts like snow.
Lift your voice, your stunned face
against moon. I am going to blow
out the candle declaring a blackout
in the woods –
for making love on the leaves of
wisdom, under the rain of foul crumbs.
Satish Verma
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