Neighbour’s Yard

May 8, 2011 By Aligizakis Manolis
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Aligizakis Manolis

To the grass of the neighbour’s yard
always greener and fresher than mine
I reached with drum echoes
of a new April song

and you were left behind
waving the indifference of your surprise
that two tattooed dark breasts
struck the empty void
and soft ebony irises
of the standing female
rough and lustful at the same time
sang in harmony with my wish
for a new miracle

and you said—
I’ll stay here rooted like a tree
and the aroma of your aura
I’ll yearn for you
but only for an hour—

and I joined my hands behind my back
shrugging my shoulders
with a blind man’s indifference
before the just bloomed hyacinth

Manolis Aligizakis