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
- Acquainted With the Night by Robert Frost
- So Soon Done! by Luis Estable
- Николай Заболоцкий – Жена
- Love Sonnet X poem – Zora Bernice May Cross poems
- Written for a Musician by Vachel Lindsay
- Be Healthier, Live Longer By Being Creative!
- The Scythians poem – Aleksandr Blok poems | Poetry Monster
- Нина Воронель – Осенняя симфония
- L’Après-Midi D’un Faune poem – Aldous Huxley poems | Poetry Monster
- The Conspiracy by Robert Creeley
- Isaiah LXIII by Phillis Wheatley
- I don’t want to have you by Vinko Kalinic
- Yours & Mine poem – Alice Fulton
- The Dying Christian to His Soul poem – Alexander Pope
- Teacher
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).
