We sat across the table.
he said, cut off your hands.
they are always poking at things.
they might touch me.
I said yes.
Food grew cold on the table.
he said, burn your body.
it is not clean and smells like sex.
it rubs my mind sore.
I said yes.
I love you, I said.
That’s very nice, he said
I like to be loved,
that makes me happy.
Have you cut off your hands yet?
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Sonnet. Written Before Re-Read King Lear poem – John Keats poems
- Lord Of My Life by Rabindranath Tagore
- Николай Заболоцкий – Движение
- As I Sat Alone by Blue Ontario’s Shores. by Walt Whitman
- Rosalie by Washington Allston
- Sonnet 07
- On A Mischievous Bull, Which The Owner Him Sold At The Author’s Instance by William Cowper
- The Eye-Mote by Sylvia Plath
- Владимир Высоцкий – Упрямо я стремлюсь ко дну
- The Lady’s Third Song by William Butler Yeats
- Kite by Vattacharja Chandan
- The Coronet poem – Andrew Marvell poems
- Two Songs for Hedli Anderson by W. H. Auden
- Recollection
- To the Right Hon. Lady Anne Coventry by William Somervile
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).
