Namaste Poem by Satish Verma
Namaste
Back and forth
back and forth
culture whores
were removing the skin tags
from armpits.
The private plateaus spurting
lemon grass juice.
Between kind questions
and cruel answers
I watch the heat rlsing.
Scanning the leukemic beach
the sex drenched hour
squirms with pubic pain.
Two round hills -
firm breasts tucked under white clouds
were weary of lip slaves.
Namaste sunset
I was waiting for you.
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