Wheat Ears – Selected Poems

Ηeat Wave

Soft island hills

lapping on sea froth

cicadas fire up

their endless arias

come close to me, you said to me,

stand before me like Hermes

a naked graceful cypress

that I’ll keep you

in my eyes for

the long winter days

when we’ll be apart

moments I’ll

yearn for your warmth

come close to me, I beg you

let me touch your skin

the day is fiery

and unbearable like

the body’s conflagration



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