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When you have withdrawn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
- Go Get The Goodly Squab by Sylvia Plath
- Lord Nevils Advice
- Hidebound by Shaunna Harper
- A Melody By Scarlatti
- Binsey Poplars poem – Gerard Manley Hopkins poems
- My Heritage
- Inscription For A Stone Erected At The Sowing Of A Grove Of Oaks At Chillington, Anno 1791 by William Cowper
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Леля
- Оливер Голдсмит – Пыл упований людям дан
- Владимир Маяковский – Первый из пяти
- I Entreat You, Alfred Tennyson by Walter Savage Landor
- God lay dead in heaven by Stephen Crane
- Tonight she remembers by Rita Odessa Villaruel
- Ballade Of Aucassin poem – Andrew Lang poems
- Doomes-Day: The Tenth Houre by William Alexander
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).
