teeth are bared...
hearts are bared....well...disrobing, decorously....
souls...some ripe....some quiescent..
.acquiescent....
others
flitting...mnemonically
.through
the louvers...the interstices...
barefoot
on the warm pebbles.....close to soundless.....feral....tender....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That's how I like it- 'bare hearts' (and teeth) 'feral', yet 'tender.' Very nice.