Boreas
With sharpened fangs and
grasping talons
they depict Boreas,
though its benevolence
runs smoothly through your veins
as my hand under a satin blouse
follows the contour of your nipple
and the Boreas sings
for us two hiding
in the terrace loveseat
secluded from
the conspiring eyes
of the neighbour
and you said,
I enjoy the wind’s caress on my legs
as I do your fingers on my nipple
Manolis Aligizakis 