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
- Николай Рубцов – Жеребенок
- Birth Of A Flower by Riss Ryker
- Mending Socks by Martin Willitts Jr.
- Not Intrigued With Evening by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- The Sun Underfoot Among The Sundews poem – Amy Clampitt poems | Poems and Poetry
- Child of a Day by Walter Savage Landor
- A Song : The Sparkling Eye by William Cowper
- Sonnet CVII: Not Mine Own Fears, Nor the Prophetic Soul by William Shakespeare
- Eyes Look Into The Well by W H Auden
- Pan to Artemis poem – Aleister Crowley poems | Poetry Monster
- Галина Гампер – Здесь сегодня все пошло с молотка
- Василий Казин – Ну, тебя ль, далекая
- The Connaught Rangers by Winifred Mary Letts
- Fergus And The Druid by William Butler Yeats
- Robert Burns: For The Sake O’ Somebody:
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