Not A Smile

Folder: 
Satish Verma

Let me write a signature 
theme, without cubic 
reference. 

A dove takes a dive. 
Your body becomes a poem. 
Multiple dots leave 
indelible marks. 

The livid kindness 
has exhausted, interlocking 
the planes of separation. 
I am still lurking 
in black air. 

I am the mirror 
and I am the face. 
A brick thrown at me, 
does not reach the target.