Lass
Sorrowful night dew
between two legs
shameless moon splashed
emphatic nakedness
of the female youth: untouched
crisp, not bitten peach
spread under the light sheet
lonely like the barn owl or
cricket fighting gleam
of the night and
on the back of the chair,
her bra longed for daybreak
when it’ll embrace her little breasts
like a mother protecting
her two little daughters
Manolis Aligizakis 