The Circle

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He leans closer again and kisses her cheek. She glows all over, being there,
next to him, and he stops pestering her about her indiscretion.
Their drinks are served and Talal turns closer to Hakim and asks, “You like
Helena?”
“Of course, Helena is beautiful.”
“I know she’s a beautiful girl, Hakim.”
They spend a couple of hours at the club. Peter and Rose feel tired and decide
to go home. Talal is dancing with Helena. Jennifer has had two drinks and feels a
bit tipsy, however Hakim gets her up to dance for the last time before they all go
home. She holds him tightly as they dance. Feeling his firmness on her leg, she
lifts her head and looks at him, smiling. There are so many people crowded
around them; however, she gets gutsy and puts her hand on his pants, slowly
rubbing him as they dance. Talal catches them as he turns his head, and he
flashes a smile at Hakim. Hakim smiles back at Talal.
Hakim asks Jennifer, “Are you ready to go now, my love?”
Later on, outside the Double Cherry Club, they all say goodnight to Anthony.
They say farewell to each other and walk to their separate cars.
Hakim and Jennifer take a short ride around L.A., enjoying the cool
September night. She is still a little dizzy when they arrive at his apartment. He
helps her walk to the elevator, and she leans on him with the security a child
needs from an adult. They go to bed; Jennifer, as she promised earlier in the day,
is all over him. Hakim enjoys the attention and they make passionate love.
The scare of AIDS fromsome twenty years earlier has somehow been put aside,
although a cure still hasn’t been found. Science has produced so many different
types of drugs during the past ten years that AIDS is now treatable and many of the
afflicted lead fairly normal lives.On the other hand, the younger generation tends to
abstain from sleeping around as did in the years before the AIDS, and most practice
safe sex.Most young people prefer to have just one girlfriend or boyfriend after their
high-school years and later on, many end up marrying.
As the night passes slowly Hakim and Jennifer fall asleep.
Hakim wakes up first as the light comes through the curtains of the east
window; it is a clear day and the sun brightens up the room. He looks at his
phone, it’s ten o’clock. He gets up, takes a quick shower, brushes his teeth, and
stretches. Hakim looks at Jennifer as she sleeps. He remembers the last drink and
smiles at the thought of last night. Her back is uncovered as the comforter is
pushed to the side. He marvels at the sensuous way she is spread on the bed in
front of him and finds himself excited. He slips into the bed and pulls the covers
over them; cuddles close and embraces her. She feels him behind her and moves
her torso against his body.

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Liquid Labyrinth

my spice flowers
fűszervirágaim
I use the spice of your kiss
silence melts in the sunset
all here is gold and mist

  • and I feel the warmth of the smoke of existence
    soundless collision of wild petals
    we are plucked out from an earthly flower forever
    now no bad words can reach me no specials
    but the past stitched its links together
    I am ready to accept that your silence is your mate
  • your spice is as a noble moment as a mirth
    all your wishes are joy and to hate
    what was left out of the rebirth
    my kisses won’t stay they whirled
    the buds of gods encased in ice snap
    miracles are torn up by the will of the world
    in the eyes of the night in the shape of the heart’s lap
    because of your fresh kisses I become a crumb
    one learns – one’s emotions cut like a blade
  • I also came for a while to love
    but I am part of the passing away
    no longer I have power over your heart
  • your memory merges into nothing’s space
    and your present also slips through my rampart
  • as the Word into the souls of saints

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Yannis Ritsos – Poems, Volume I

Old Age

Old women come they fill the house they hold

umbrellas fans small or big black hats

purses with hand-mirrors handkerchiefs lipsticks compacts

they unravel big balls of string they shut the doors

most of them are deaf or dumb One of them shouts

and sock-needles pills and pins fall on the floor

he pounds fragrant cloves and chickpeas in the mortar

he deafens the old women he throws their keys in the well

and I am young Sunday morning with the strong winds

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Erich Fromm – Τίσημαίνει αγάπη;

Από την αριστερή μελαγχολία στην ποίηση για την κοινωνική δικαιοσύνη