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