Women walking in the park
'neath branches drenched in light
summer dresses, low cut tops
and smiles that invite
Women with their depthless eyes
and bodies built for sin
lips through which they mouth their lies
to draw the weaklings in
Watching women on the train
and wishing they were mine
maybe I will take me one
and keep her for a time
Drowning in their depthless eyes
choking on their spite
I will change things in the park
'neath branches drenched in light
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great meter perfectly balances the slight sense of discomfort the reader feels. Very good write, well done. Hugs Anna xxx