a hair on the menu
hajszál az étlapon
searching for a dyed pink hair I am in a quest
like a courtesan in a bed of flowers
my gaze slips to your swollen breasts
I need you only for a few fleeting hours
- you hide yet I can see your smile rare
my starry eyes lustfully long for fresh fruit value
my greedy heart forced me to the air
to order love from the menu
my paid embrace diminished by dawn I knew
intentions bloom among the leaves’ sway
I cannot master the art of beginning anew
but I cannot have a kiss any other way
in my limbs fireworks of adventure spark
for a few brief hours you’re my tenement
I’ve ruined it – what can I do without remark
my opinion is pennyworth it’s evident
the generosity of the crater of your thighs’ compassion
ennobles the thirsty emotion
as I fund your insatiable passion
our bodies collapse into each other frozen
I’m walled up in your hairbreadth
for I became the ashes of your firing squad
in the fiery twilight to the artistic depth
my pagan blood was given by the finest god
Manolis Aligizakis 