Heat Wave
Soft island hills
lapping on sea froth
cicadas fire up
their endless arias
come close to me, you said,
stand before me like Hermes
a naked graceful cypress
so that I’ll keep you
in my eyes for
the long winter days
when we’ll be apart
moments I’ll
yearn for your warmth
do come to me, I beg you
let me touch your skin
the day is fiery
and unbearable like
the body’s conflagration
Manolis Aligizakis 