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Poem

Shira Stav

SECRET

Do not believe the body
It will remain silent
when it wants to speak
and even when you touch
the most sensitive parts
it won’t mumble a thing

When you slide your fingers
around the navel
it won’t tremble
the hairs will not stand on end
eyes won’t shut
no moan will escape
through the mouth
of this body
Do not believe it

Its temperature does not rise
the heart rate
stable,
regular,
not abrupt.
Do not believe the body.

You don’t lash it
if you lashed it
you would notice
the flesh does not blush
skin does not quiver
muscles do not absorb
not offended

the breasts
do not stiffen
the nipples soft, soft
the nipples are bored
the panties
do not get moist
Do not believe

this body
this mute body
this aching body
this hungry body
this steamy body
this lying
body

סוֹד

סוֹד

אַל תַּאֲמִין לַגּוּף
הוּא יִשְׁתֹּק
כְּשֶׁיִּרְצֶה לְדַבֵּר
וְגַם כְּשֶׁתִּגַּע
בָּאֲזוֹרִים הָרְגִישִׁים בְּיוֹתֵר
לֹא יְמַלְמֵל דָּבָר

כְּשֶׁתַּחְלִיק אֶצְבְּעוֹתֶיךָ
מִסָּבִיב לַטַּבּוּר
לֹא יִרְעַד
הַשְׂעָרוֹת לֹא יִסְמְרוּ
הָעֵינַיִם
לֹא יֵעָצְמוּ
אֲנָחָה לֹא תִּמָּלֵט
מִפִּיו
שֶׁל הַגּוּף הַזֶּה
אַל תַּאֲמִין לוֹ

חֻמּוֹ אֵינוֹ עוֹלֶה
קֶצֶב הַלֵּב
יַצִּיב,
סָדִיר,
לֹא חָטוּף.
אַל תַּאֲמִין לַגּוּף

אֵינְךָ מַצְלִיף בּוֹ
אִלּוּ הָיִיתָ מַצְלִיף
הָיִיתָ רוֹאֶה
שֶׁהַבָּשָׂר אֵינוֹ מַסְמִיק
הָעוֹר אֵינוֹ רוֹטֵט
הַשְּׁרִירִים אֵינָם סוֹפְגִים
לֹא נֶעֱלָבִים

הַשָּׁדַיִם
לֹא מִתְקַשְּׁחִים
הַפְּטָמוֹת רַכּוֹת, רַכּוֹת
הַפְּטָמוֹת מְשֻׁעֲמָמוֹת
הַתַּחְתּוֹנִים
לֹא נִרְטָבִים
אַל תַּאֲמִין

לַגּוּף הַזֶּה
לַגּוּף הָאִלֵּם הַזֶּה
לַגּוּף הַכּוֹאֵב הַזֶּה
לַגּוּף הָרָעֵב הַזֶּה
לַגּוּף הַלּוֹהֵט הַזֶּה
לַגּוּף הַשַּׁקְרָן
הַזֶּה

 
Close

SECRET

Do not believe the body
It will remain silent
when it wants to speak
and even when you touch
the most sensitive parts
it won’t mumble a thing

When you slide your fingers
around the navel
it won’t tremble
the hairs will not stand on end
eyes won’t shut
no moan will escape
through the mouth
of this body
Do not believe it

Its temperature does not rise
the heart rate
stable,
regular,
not abrupt.
Do not believe the body.

You don’t lash it
if you lashed it
you would notice
the flesh does not blush
skin does not quiver
muscles do not absorb
not offended

the breasts
do not stiffen
the nipples soft, soft
the nipples are bored
the panties
do not get moist
Do not believe

this body
this mute body
this aching body
this hungry body
this steamy body
this lying
body

SECRET

Do not believe the body
It will remain silent
when it wants to speak
and even when you touch
the most sensitive parts
it won’t mumble a thing

When you slide your fingers
around the navel
it won’t tremble
the hairs will not stand on end
eyes won’t shut
no moan will escape
through the mouth
of this body
Do not believe it

Its temperature does not rise
the heart rate
stable,
regular,
not abrupt.
Do not believe the body.

You don’t lash it
if you lashed it
you would notice
the flesh does not blush
skin does not quiver
muscles do not absorb
not offended

the breasts
do not stiffen
the nipples soft, soft
the nipples are bored
the panties
do not get moist
Do not believe

this body
this mute body
this aching body
this hungry body
this steamy body
this lying
body
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