Satish Verma

Consensual chemistry― 
you were entwined with 
a dervish. 

Banana grove. A breather 
for upside downs. Moons falling 
from the sky. 

A body sails. 

You start wooing, clean 
and genteel autumn― 
for undisputed courtesy. 

The fear of bliss. You 
have a death wish. Empty chair. 
You will not come back. 

I think this is poetry.