Poezja

Let us talk about ligation. 
I don’t want to push the – 
searing boundaries trumpeting 
the sexual orientation. 
 
The butterflies and bees 
are disappearing. A petri dish, 
a test tube and artificial 
thrust through the red lights. 
An unbroken promise 
lies in shambles. 
 
Availing something less, 
had been beyond the topic 
of returning back to home. 
The desert blooms again 
with indignant cacti.