at the sunset voices of children were born
self-imposed loneliness in exasperation of
olive branches of coral wind to
translate the nocturnal purpose
of flesh and blood libraries with no books.
word and image smell dust and oregano
salty zephyr the force of confrontation
of the the distant symbols of life
underground tour de force lamented over the sea
acting deteriorating like a surrealist aesthetic poem
dissecting my mind
ablaze with light
nothing nothing i would give more of your embrace
amorous lover and even far away— in the light
anything that is left has minimum logic
how to win one life in the forgetting of eros
then love was the cloth of the soul and your solitude
your eyes windtornbitten sea anemone
seeking always never seeking my stigmatized body
that is hiding in your body crevices rolling and side-falling
and thirsty for the sight of lust
i make you i brake you
you make me you brake me
my mind wide awake, lucid ?lives every unhappiness
an ocean of nothingness
passes beyond all things, escaping
leaves my door open to all sins
and listens to the sirens of the aegean