It Happened Once

Satish Verma

You wanted to possess me 
and I sought to 
drink the stars. 

An optics? Tears and 
blood. Lynching. I 
ask the moon, have 
you ever been kissed? 

You hold my hands 
and laugh, heartily, 
throwing back your thick, black 
interlaced braid. 

The radical, retrograde… 
white space in between, I 
watch the falling snow, covering 
my thoughts with silverberries. 

This was the unspoken, 
untying love between a mortal 
and a celestial being!