Double Checking the Signals
on the corners of the shadow
the eyes got burned
in the most unbelievable ferocity
of the walls of the zodiac Roxane
lust that charges
as if the result was
never mentioned
hope, curse and flesh
put together the awe
of sleep
they hold the lips
tightly shut
they forget of trickery
in lustful mysteries
the dual salvation
commands
to the dusk the winds raise
the spinning wheel hides us
attracts us
wants the stranger’s passion from us
the pain of the material world
in the honeycombs
of yesterday
the rose, like a true styptic
the secret serenity of the day
the fast symbolic tissue
band of light,
of silence
they feel nostalgic
for the escapee who
will be released
and steal and hide
among the leaves
the body
that was truly loved
Manolis Aligizakis 