Charles Simic, “My Beloved”

In the fine print of her face
Her eyes are two loopholes.
No, let me start again.
Her eyes are flies in milk,
Her eyes are baby Draculas.

To hell with her eyes.
Let me tell you about her mouth.
Her mouth’s the red cottage
Where the wolf ate Grandma.

Ah, forget about her mouth,
Let me talk about her breasts.
I get a peek at them now and then
And even that’s more than enough
To make me lose my head,
So I better tell you about her legs.

When she crosses them on the sofa
It’s like a jailer unwrapping a parcel
And in that parcel is a Christmas cake
And in that cake a sweet little file
That gasps her name as it files my chains.

(via sveltestiletto)

  1. urbanmanscape reblogged this from sharingpoetry and added:
    ever mentioned how much...love Charles Simic
  2. paulwasthewalrus reblogged this from sharingpoetry
  3. withloveayla reblogged this from sharingpoetry
  4. beaalcanzo reblogged this from prsim
  5. prsim reblogged this from sharingpoetry
  6. ohcaitiebee reblogged this from sharingpoetry
  7. frozenseawithin reblogged this from sharingpoetry
  8. thepassengerside reblogged this from sharingpoetry
  9. missmahoo reblogged this from sharingpoetry
  10. suicide-sundays reblogged this from sharingpoetry
  11. sour-idealist reblogged this from sharingpoetry
  12. liftoffxbangbang reblogged this from sharingpoetry
  13. eastlansingpoetrydiaspora reblogged this from sveltestiletto
  14. ashdaugher reblogged this from sveltestiletto
  15. lathyrism reblogged this from reelaroundthefountain
  16. xxximwearingthewordsiloveyouxxx reblogged this from sharingpoetry
  17. steampoweredsazerac reblogged this from squeasel
  18. squeasel reblogged this from sharingpoetry
  19. intergalactic-wag reblogged this from sharingpoetry