Contemporary


In tottering penetration
of blue summer
you become
silent game.

I accept my defeat
from stones
falling on
intellect.

Carbon fear of rosewood
was rising
to reintegrate
illicit love of twilight.

Testing the waters, before
a swim in prophecies
I ask the bank
to hold the seasoned waves.

Submitted by Satish Verma.

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