Silence
Unbound silence and dignified indignation balance the void between death and the softness of your lips, the endless desire I felt in our last erotic interlude
—Come, help me fold these bed sheets; leave the computer for a second, it won’t cry over it
Heartless Hades stabbed my heart. Arrows of banality shade my dream, and I stand alone under the doorway, arms crossed as if nothing I can say
—I talk to you, and nothing registers: what’s wrong with you?
High poplars conquer the last sunray before the dusk’s glowing silver face of the moon hangs over my anticipation for our erotic zenith, ripping our garments in two, flowing garlands, my hands I can’t control
—Stop staring at that screen forever, you hear me?
Velvety skin, your touch on my palms, and deep inside you, the mystery of darkness and the shadow of a spent man; the early hour of the evening that swirls around your soft bosom, and I embrace your hot body as if for the first time when Eros triumphed
—Told you once, told you twice, get off your chair and help me clean the kitchen
Manolis Aligizakis 