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
- Sacred Epiphany poem – Ammar Nadeem poems | Poems and Poetry
- To John Keats poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Высоцкий – Песня парня у обелиска космонавтам
- Sonnet 73: That time of year thou mayst in me behold by William Shakespeare
- A Musician’s Wife by Weldon Kees
- Владимир Британишский – Дом, как бог
- A Character by William Wordsworth
- Earth the Healer, Earth the Keeper by William Morris
- Robert Burns: The Fete Champetre:
- Олег Чупров – Тают в сумраке лица
- The Rose Tree by William Butler Yeats
- Василий Тредиаковский – В белости ее румяной
- Владимир Британишский – Автопортрет Давида
- Sonnet # 12 by Luis A. Estale
- Lines Inscribed in a Lady’s Pocket Almanack by Robert Burns
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).
