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
- In A Station Of The Metro poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Epistle to the Rev. John M’Math by Robert Burns
- Владимир Маяковский – Реклама, 1928
- Are You Content? by William Butler Yeats
- On His Grotto at Twickenham poem – Alexander Pope
- Three Sonnets Written In Mid-Channel poem – Alfred Austin
- The Confederate Flags poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- Омар Хайям – Кумир мой, вылепил тебя таким гончар
- The Portrait — English Translation by Rabindranath Tagore
- Avec seulement du noir by Martine Morillon-Carreau
- American Soil by Walter William Safar
- Василий Жуковский – Адельстан
- Fatima | Best Love Poems
- Sonnet 101: O truant Muse, what shall be thy amends by William Shakespeare
- Sonnet 10
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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).
