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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