I will accept <br />the curse <br />of acquisition. <br /> <br /> <br />You wear an epic <br />on the fingers. <br />I read a virgin. <br /> <br />My shadow joins <br />the moon at night. <br />How tall were you? <br /> <br />Hold my arm <br />once. In terror <br />I had kisses an old flame. <br /> <br />Death will be <br />my only landmark. <br />My journey ends in your arms.<br /><br />Satish Verma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/odyssey-11/
