Wounded Path

Satish Verma

I wanted you as a grain 
not as a straw lover. 
The effect of a lone moon: 
when I decided 
to abandon the land of questions 
and word by word 
erode you magic. 

A genital journey lands you 
back in explosive fire of being 
or becoming not a secret sin. 

We bare our wealth, drop 
the silence and pursue a path 
of destructive carnations.