Alligator Eyes

Alligator Eyes

Her alligator eyes are wandering but not wavering, as they fit the crux below the tide and sliver internally, conspicuously for prey. 

She’s capsulated but enchanting, her formulation gradually darting .

Steady, but a pro as her demeanour sets into synch to undergo, 

the very breaking of nature’s cycle. 

Sizzling from yellow to green, following a dazzling glow  

from Black to vertigo. 

Yet, still simmering like a virile star 

encompassed by sultry shores. 

Her eyes are vehement so devilish, yet pure.  

Lusher pastures have never been so raw. 

No purity like green, no ridicule for mean. 

So easily disguised under those dark, blazing eyes, that tell no earthly lies. 

She’s dazzling in the heat, she’s clever, she’s discreet, as she watches at the cost of your ignorance, and you convulse unknowingly.

Believing that now you might be magic,

but I can tell you it’s only about to become tragic, as she speaks through temperate winds:

“I’ve eyes opening up like jewels,

every creature big or small,

from yellow to the brightest green,

in the most magnificent shade

you’ve ever seen”.

If heaven defied you then your congress is now obliged to:  

Meet eternity with fate,  

without one last burning taste 

Yet reason stands to be clear,  

Without sabotaging fear.  

Let it be what it will be.

Eyes of glory, 

Eyes of Death. 

Eyes of Evil, 

Eyes distressed. 

No Alligator lies, 

Just one last breathe to demise. 

And nothing justifies  

those Alligator eyes. 

Riddled with fury,  

probing till rest 

There’s another mission, 

Another quest. 

For those eyes that scour between 

Love and zest.

In every predator’s dream 

There is an unwinding tapestry,

A cajoling theme, a sickening scene.

An empty vessel, A sour twinge,

a feeling so compelling it leaves you unhinged.

Those alligator eyes rise up and open like the Spring of dawn,

their hypnotic and their rare

Born to outstare,

nothing beyond compares

to what was once just a glare.

Within a blink of a lid, it’s spawn

It’s diminished, and it’s gone

How could it all have gone so horribly wrong?

With the eyes of an innocent alligator song.

Lindsay​ Ullmann 
Painting and Poem by Lindsay Ullmann – Copyright © Lindsay Ullmann 2021 All rights reserved