darting eyes
that protrude,
a textured black
scanning, circling.
voluptuous plums,
succulent
containing stones
hard
as artic ice
cats' eyes
in the tunnel
seeking
through shadows
simple
connectivity
seeking
true ripeness -
a falling
on the
disappearing
journey.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what a description Sean, those eyes gave me chills the way you describe them! HBH