The skin parts like curtains,
Out tumbles a tender load.
The tongue fumbles for the flesh,
Flicking, shoving,
Letting the sweetness guide its plunder
Like a traitor’s hand.
Two seeds glisten in the quiet of a palm.
Beside them the shriveled skin
Neatly folded upon itself
Without a hint of an arc.
Like a moth that wasted away
Eating velvet.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Written On A Summer Evening poem – John Keats poems
- On A Drop Of Dew poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Омар Хайям – До коих пор униженный позор терпеть
- Intrigued with Evening by Jelaluddin Rumi
- La Nue
- Владимир Британишский – Когда потянет нас на компромисс
- Love Sonnet LVIII poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- Sonnet 121: Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed by William Shakespeare
- Who Is This? by Rabindranath Tagore
- Владимир Маяковский – Пахали сохой — запашем трактором (Главполитпросвет №42)
- Ghosts of a Lunatic Asylum by Stephen Vincent Benet
- Олег Григорьев – Не свались в колодец, Ольга
- She got her wings by Mahak Raithatha S
- Translation of a Prayer of Brutus poem – Alexander Pope
- The Mother Of God by William Butler Yeats
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
