Uncovering your breasts <br />and waist, <br />you become half-eaten. <br /> <br />Disaffection <br />fathere a child. <br /> <br />The intimacy was <br />false. There were anger and theatrics. <br /> <br />The paternity suit falls <br />flat. The boundaries between <br />underthings are torn. <br /> <br />Painting the self-portrait <br />I had made a cut on my face <br />for you to bleed. <br /> <br />With a flick of hand <br />you wipe out the whole future.<br /><br />Satish Verma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/curved-in/
