a moonache levitates <br />on blue lake <br />you shot me at close range <br /> <br />predictable encounter <br />the whole truth had plunged <br />between two eyes <br /> <br />self flagellation <br />of the waves on beach <br />i was walking on marigolds <br /> <br />your body becomes a flute <br />when i was writing an epilogue <br />on the life of a gold leaf <br /> <br />it was raining on the rose <br />like gnawing illicit drops <br />on the upper lip of a virgin<br /><br />Satish Verma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fugitive-swan/
