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
- Олег Григорьев – Мазохисту на лавке
- Dear Bhikkhu A Eulogy
- Drinking While Driving by Raymond Carver
- Владимир Солоухин – Вдоль берегов Болгарии прошли мы
- Алексей Ржевский – Рок все теперь свершил, надежды больше нет
- Владимир Степанов – Телефон (Буква Т)
- Salutation by Rabindranath Tagore
- Олег Бундур – Летняя гроза
- English Poetry. Richard Hovey. The Old Pine. Ричард Хави.
- Astrophel and Stella: LXIV by Sir Philip Sidney
- Robert Burns: Epitaph On A Lap-Dog Named Echo:
- Николай Некрасов – Детство
- Николай Карамзин – Истина
- Lines Addressed To Dr. Darwin, Author Of The ‘Botanic Garden.’ by William Cowper
- Владимир Высоцкий – Вот раньше жизнь
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).
