Arrival
The late-arriving dawn forgets
its white undergarments between
the petals of the gardenia while
the first wavelet thrusts forward
a light froth as if to mark its territory
when the Kore’s lips shine their desire
for my kiss and I engrave footprints
in the sand of her dream
with my second sip of wine
a thought emanating from the flesh
directs me to the window and peaking
through half-pulled curtains, I observe
her invincible movements
her virginity laments its lost luster
and the glowing silver of the moon’s
face fades slowly in the Kore’s hour
after I closed my eyes being unable
to stare at divinity and its lust
swirling around her soft mound
while a disturbed dream hovers between
conscience and the rosy curtains
hanging on a rod across the lane
the forlornness-friendly sound
of a lyre caressing my earlobes
emerges from the silence of bed sheets
as her fingers dare touch
the middle petal of her orchid
for the first time another day
smiles as sunshine ricochets off
her aroused nipples, the jasmine’s
fragrance spreads over her tongue.
Manolis Aligizakis 