She smiles.
We lock eyes.
She is absorbed
Into her happiness.
Which makes me too.
The green turtle,
A golden opportunity.
She has mysterious eyes,
And I am curious.
Her innocence is alive,
and well.
But she is not a child.
A woman.
Who pulsates
My primal desires.
Support by direct purchase, and/or hire the author for speaking engagements.
Contact support@poetryofdarvish.com
The poetry here is free to view and share. The author believes art should be available to all, even if not able to afford a purchased copy.
You are authorized to view and share poems, as long as due credit is given. All poetry, words or phrases given are written by DENA DERAKHSHAN.
