Liza Sud

Men's Illusion Of Love - Poem by Liza Sud

His best love position:
I stood on my knees,
And sucked, when he finished –
He started to kiss

My mouth like crazy,
“When suck – seems you love
Me” – he then was saying,
But I felt disgust.

Does sucking mean love?
Isn't that too primitive?
Is it for a flesh man,
And few are spiritual?

Whom should I despise:
God, carnal men, Nature?
If no place to hide
And I was nine years old?

I wanted to find
The right – the saint – answer:
It’s better to die,
Even if you’re frightened?

I still want all men
To feel the same pain...
Want more - to expel
demons of revenge.

Любимая поза-
Где я на коленях
Сосу ему, рот мой
Он по завершеньи

Целует в безумьи:
«Когда ты сосешь-
Мне кажется, любишь» -
Рассказывал он.

Сосать есть любить,
Не так примитивно!
Или для плотских?
Где нет духом сильных?

К кому здесь презренье?
К мужчине, к Природе?
Если мне лет девять,
Не скрыться из дому.

Найти я хотела
Святой ответ – верный.
Смерть выбрать – не лучше?
Чем грех от испуга?

Мужчинам желаю
Ту боль от бесчестья,
Но лучше – мечтаю –
изгнать бесов мести.

Topic(s) of this poem: illusion, love and life

Comments about Men's Illusion Of Love by Liza Sud

  • Sanjukta Nag (11/13/2015 7:09:00 AM)

    you revealed boldly men's illusion of love, which I don't think is ever going to be changed. love the last stanza. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, December 4, 2015

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