Your hands easy
weight, teasing the bees
hived in my hair, your smile at the
slope of my cheek. On the
occasion, you press
above me, glowing, spouting
readiness, mystery rapes
my reason
When you have withdrawn
your self and the magic, when
only the smell of your
love lingers between
my breasts, then, only
then, can I greedily consume
your presence.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Николай Тихонов – Инд
- Ольга Седакова – Актеон
- Evening by Sappho
- Владимир Луговской – Баллада о пустыне
- Depression Before Spring by Wallace Stevens
- Василий Жуковский – Мина
- Lines poem – John Keats poems
- Crowned poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Иван Демьянов – Одежкин домик
- Омар Хайям – Что меня ожидает, неведомо мне
- The Tour by Sylvia Plath
- The Land of the Exile by Rabindranath Tagore
- The Blue Scarf poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Алексей Толстой – Шумит на дворе непогода
- Wisdom 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).
