At the Restaurant
You walked by me
sweet breeze of flowing hair
light scent of your aroma
bounced between our eyes
that met mid-way, you saw me
clinking to my mate
before I tasted my wine and
wanting to claim part
of that charm, you crossed
your legs almost indifferently
under the table to reveal the line
that controls the eyes of men
I smiled absentmindedly
towards you and
you pretended you didn’t
notice though almost innocently
you played the game of Eros and
when the nightmare
will wake you up
you’ll take a deep breath and
smiling, you will think:
‘I provoked the glance
of that middle-aged man’s
didn’t I?’
Manolis Aligizakis 