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
- The Survivor by Primo Levi
- Legacy by Vinko Kalinić
- The Cosmic Eggs
- Sonnet. Written Before Re-Read King Lear poem – John Keats poems
- Seed Time And Harvest
- Stanzas by William Wordsworth
- Isabella; Or, The Pot Of Basil: A Story From Boccaccio poem – John Keats poems
- To the Muse poem – Aleksandr Blok poems | Poetry Monster
- Низами Гянджеви – Влюбленных порицают все
- The Solitary Oak On Mount Kremlin Bicetre
- Epigram : To Leonora Singing At Rome 2 (Translated From Milton) by William Cowper
- There is a Way by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Philomela by Sir Philip Sidney
- Memory Of My Father by Patrick Kavanagh
- Love
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).
