Your hands easy
weight, teasing the bees
hived in my hair, your smile at the
slope of my cheek. On the
occasion, you press
above me, glowing, spouting
readiness, mystery rapes
my reason
When you have withdrawn
your self and the magic, when
only the smell of your
love lingers between
my breasts, then, only
then, can I greedily consume
your presence.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Владимир Высоцкий – Марине
- Алишер Навои – Когда, тоскуя по тебе
- Robert Burns: Meg O’ The Mill:
- Sonnet (XI) : I know me and I do believe in the causation by Neelam Sinha
- Lord when the wise men came from farr by Sidney Godolphin
- Snarleyow by Rudyard Kipling
- In Memoriam A. H. H.: 15. To-night the winds begin to rise poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- cocoon_for_a_skeleton.html
- Омар Хайям – Есть много вер, и все несхожи
- Федор Сологуб – Лихо
- Валерий Брюсов – Песня североамериканских индейцев
- Speaking the Language of Deer by Martin Willitts Jr.
- The Long Hill by Sara Teasdale
- This Dust was Once the Man. by Walt Whitman
- If Truth in Hearts That Perish poem – A. E. Housman
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).
