Discretion Poem by Satish Verma

Some apologies for the anatomy.
Stain -
has shifted to moon.
No fragrance, no color, no dewfall.
Night has been spooked.

Disconnected - I will meet the
transparent truth about the lies
of a prose. Sick earth will receive
the dismembered verse in locked embrace
of bloody limbs.

Raw diamonds-
will teach to play with sex
in the house of terror. When -
you forget the space between
the clouds and thighs.

Between good and bad
I bleed.