Take me for a drive in
your big fancy car
so that the sun can play on
my breasts and
reflect in your warm eyes….
your eyes on me,
speaking their own language -
not following the road laid out….
the road long planned…
your eyes fixed on me
only me …
the road signs flashing by
flashing by
and ignored by your eyes
because your eyes
are locked on me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem