Fragrance
Under the auspices of the moonlight
shrubs and flowers come alive
enjoying the freshness of the night
away from the exhausting heat
of the sweltering high noon
and you walk barefoot
on the cool tiles of your patio
water hose in hand
with no water running
your mind travels to a myriad of things
to her body in another bed
and you get overtaken
by excruciating agony
that won’t let you relax
though walking barefoot
on the cool tiles of your patio
with the water hose in hand
creates an ambiguous answer
to the lasciviousness of the moon
and to the fragrance of the flowers
Manolis Aligizakis 