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
- Владимир Британишский – Молния ударяет
- Николай Огарев – Я сорвал ветку кипариса
- Love is the Water of Life by Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi
- Diving Into The Wreck
- Gliding Over All. by Walt Whitman
- The Demon by Shawn Ervin
- A Girl Sang a Song poem – Aleksandr Blok poems | Poetry Monster
- Annus Memorabilis : Written in Commemoration of His Majesty’s Happy Recovery by William Cowper
- Ale by William Henry Davies
- Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front by Wendell Berry
- Aunt Jennifers Tigers
- J–K. Huysmans poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Владимир Маяковский – Вегетарианцы
- Sword Blades and Poppy Seed poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- An Army Corps on the March. by Walt Whitman
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).
