Red Kroovy Poetry

Maiden Head (Or Lack Thereof) by Natasha Lomov Her lips were like electric honey, Her manner eclectic but never nunney. Eyes as sharp as diamond cutters, Voice as smooth as Belgian butter Raised to behold on pedestal, Or razed to fall in dirty gutter? Moral decay was plentiful, So Adam told Him she's a nutter! Two mounds of Earth, and then a rib To which God then gave breath of life. Guess now which marries the Lord of Fibs? None other than Lilith, Satan's wife! Note: Inspired by Jewish genesis mythology

The Pseudo Martian's Dream by Natasha Lomov Visions flooded with Martian dunes And carefully carved craters with no creators. Hours blend into days as the cold sun rays Only seem to serve as a harsh reminder. Phobos hides from Deimos as the night sets in, And the planet of rust now sleeps.