Not a deep feeling did we declare,
nor did we live a great love affair.
Wrong or right,
we only shared a night.
Love always dwells in melancholy
but oft-times saddens itself even more
from the fear of a loss caused by folly
and of a heart that the Fates forswore.
Manolis Aligizakis, Vancouver All night long, sleepless you thought of how to tell the novice embalmer to grant him his…
I held my youth like a knife
sharpened by the sun,
by the smooth sirocco
and I cut myself in two
All night long, sleepless
you promised not to cry
to drive to downtown
to the family lawyer
and tie up loose ends
He kept his dreams
ambitiously hidden in his heart
placing hope in separate
crystalline vase
along with monotony and at
the time of the longest
shadows he walked
Under the scandalous moonlight
her body shone like
a drenched statue of Aphrodite
In your mind
all night long sleepless
promised to go, not to cry
arrange flowers
in plastic vase
fill it with water
from cemetery fountain
Panoramic view
through your eastern window
toward the plaza where
the naked statue of Eros
The Tayrona dawns from under your skin,
Through each one of your mango kisses,
With the tingling of your fingertips
walking the subtle paths of pleasure
transporting the green sighs of your freshness.
It dawns within your eyes,
Where the night fireflies are hidden,
From the inner tide of your look
carrying me out
with the swell of your blink
to the deepest bed of a blissful ocean.
You said: “I’ll go to another land, to another sea;
I’ll find another city better than this one.
Every effort I make is ill-fated, doomed;
and my heart —like a dead thing—lies buried.
How long will my mind continue to wither like this?
Everywhere I turn my eyes, wherever they happen to fall
I see the black ruins of my life, here
where I’ve squandered, wasted and ruined so many years.”
With white howls of winter witches
Riding clouds,
Gossiping frost,
Dressing in silver night’s fiords,
Laughing high pitch of crystal slivers,
Devouring mountains,
Swallowing swamps,
Gurgling long rivers,
Licking Lake sobs,
It floods inside of me.
Anywhere I go I carry him along
that my soles firmly attached
to gravity and earth’s bosom
I carry my death along
to John’s birthday party
and to Kostas and Helen’s wedding
Whisper
over song silking through
maiden pubic hair
its lust searching for
tender vulva
Whisper
over rhythmic resonance
its kiss of fingers
in their excitable hunt for
youthful consummation
You always get up first
light rustle of bed-sheet
you walk to the bathroom
I stretch my leg to feel your warmth
outline of your missing body
I feel your heartbeat
He stops shaving razor floating in air
hand absentmindedly creates a circle in mid-void
like a bird stilled by camera lens
her scandalous vulva visits his mind
from days of that August
Serene eyes lacking
rapid eye movement
sun-bleached creamy curtains
light warmth in your mind
May you always seek the unbound—I said
bitter-sweet pinch of nettles
the untold may you always eulogize
like a sob in your most profound silence
may you always bless the unachievable
like an uncontested summer dream
With patience and persistence
you coach your body to the ebb
and slow current of melancholy tide
and you go forth and recline back
He threw his hat on the chair
took off his shirt to reveal
his tan breast where a cross shone
reflecting brightness of the sun
A day of silence,
Without your breath
A moment of unjustified peace
Without your warmth;
You’re a silent picture of profound green offered to a man sublime instantly adorned in the nick of time by…
We were ready to merge but she stopped me. ‘I haven’t finished looking at you,’ she said. Dazed in her…
I was a sphinx gazing at The desert of my discontent Before I tasted your lips. After you kissed me…
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