Walk by the Lake
Fine silver clouds
condense to
raindrop soothe
lines of your forehead
amble
the path next to the lake
sidelining sawed up breast
lonely singer forgets
The wolf’s shadow is stretched
by the brush and light
the whisper of the tree leaves gnaw
and tears of sun descend
into your carved heart
wound pulses your fear
and its leaden color becomes
the wonderment of eroticism
suddenly vanishing
Manolis Aligizakis 