Ambivalence
Thought pendulates between
my finger’s touch and
thirst of my lips
for the contour of your breast
that sunlit semicircle
in dilating sunrise
spread over our pillow
eyes shut, erotic message
contention of a night full of passion
but why the rooster woke us up?
Why the day came so early?
The night’s pleasure was
as splendid as it could be and
you said —
don’t ask me to get up
let me in this dream a bit longer
Manolis 