We sat across the table.
he said, cut off your hands.
they are always poking at things.
they might touch me.
I said yes.
Food grew cold on the table.
he said, burn your body.
it is not clean and smells like sex.
it rubs my mind sore.
I said yes.
I love you, I said.
That’s very nice, he said
I like to be loved,
that makes me happy.
Have you cut off your hands yet?
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Монастыркам
- Untitled XI by Yunus Emre
- Валерий Брюсов – К портрету К.Д. Бальмонта
- Станислав Востоков – Стой, кто идёт
- Sting by Muralidharan Mudaliar
- How Do You Know when Someone is in Love with You?
- The Magi by William Butler Yeats
- Владимир Британишский – Коптилки многолетний свет
- Олег Бундур – Вовка дразнит Свету
- On The High Pedestal by Shahida Latif
- Early Morning by Victoria Bukofske
- Invitation To The Redbreast by William Cowper
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Человек
- Анатолий Жигулин – Коломенское
- Song. Good Counsel to a Young Maid by Thomas Carew
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).
