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
- Ts’ai Chi’h poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Нина Воронель – Суета
- When I heard the Learn’d Astronomer. by Walt Whitman
- On Observing Some Names Of Little Note Recorded In The Biographia Britannica by William Cowper
- Sea Shell poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Dungeon by Rabindranath Tagore
- Independent at Birth by Suuk Simon Subinimah
- The Hosts
- Grief An’ Gladness by William Barnes
- The Broncho That Would Not Be Broken by Vachel Lindsay
- Spring Day poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- A Mathematical Problem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- From the heart of your heart by Mukeshkumar Raval
- Disingenuousness by Mark R Slaughter
- Robert Burns: Poem On Sensibility:
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).
