Solitude
Away from fishing grounds
skipper-less floating hope
in morning orange juice
windless calm of small
bay lights up with a red scarf
still dreaming of adventure
in high seas through
Desolation Sound to upper
coastal treasured pastures
another destitute day
arriving with paeans for
past glory, none talk about
today’s missed expedition
as if there is another on its way
HEDONISM
A fleshless string of beads made of songs
I haven’t given you today
with the spells and games of a charmer
I’ll cloy you, my love
naked and like a vine I’ll climb
to taste your body that devours me
with my fingers, I’ll conflagrate
the tender hairs of your mound
enrapturing wine and milk that soothes
to sleep I’ll bring to moisten you with
all my body drop by drop
and on your white sculptured legs
two vases that drive me crazy
my honey like a maniac, at last, I’ll ejaculate
Manolis Aligizakis 