Taking Sand Bath

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Satish Verma

You don't wish to
become involved with yourself―
until the enigma was
unlocked.

You speak allusively,
when I ask for the
embrace of blind pains.

I don't remember
when you enticed me under
the weight of guiltless
surrender.

Moon drops a word.
Lake drinks a potion.
The clouds gather.

I read a poem.
Mystery deepens.

I was not ready to crumble,
you will not melt in moonlight.

Nobody opens the door.

S74rW4rd's picture

Although I am not sure I am

Although I am not sure I am correctly reading the poem's implied back story (that is my fault, not the poem's), its sheer evocative power compensates for any misreading on my part. I really like the mystery provided by the evocation.


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