Smoking Guns

Satish Verma

You wear a cult.
I come nude of veneration.
O god how you want
to be adored in dark?

Petrified I am
fighting the flames of hate
and jealousy. A merciless
sun won't cool down.

Come on my love,
it is time to talk. Honeybee
hive is swaying in storm.
Want to bite?

Amnesia. Age was
taking its toll. I don't remember
my face. The nameless god
will not join.

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honeybee hive


hive is swaying in storm.'    this triggers 100 thoughts   thank you