within
an
easy
distance
you
are
not
a
virgin
amber hair
when you feel me in the empty circle of bed
shipwrecked of openness.
demanding more rupture
as dismembered absence of carnal touch
an intermezzo of
broken poetry of your eyes
appear as murmurs of want
an embraced look
of sublime want
Tormenting me with transmigration of sexual visuals
curves theft of your ikon a burning of flesh visitation
peeling your lips and your breasts like rosary beads of sin
the sweet slavery of lust only liberated by a circular kiss
the ecstatic rhythmic monotonous desire soothed by raptures
caressing and more caressing stigmas ....tear-stains of a night.
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the sun is refusing to follow my broken shadows
my steps antagonistic to the murmurs of my heart
engulf my blood
like the sea the gulf's crevices
why the absorbed narcotic salty wind
bends space and gravity
disillusionment offerings
maybe an end of light is near.
i watch the natural theatre blue tones flatten space human mauve mental photographic spaces
to walk on them fly on them
down in the end of the cove
images were of sailors people
of emotion earth-toned colours and oceanic
supplanted with brighter colours of their eye
fainted with the passing of time
would cut you if you touched them
poetic works with no structure
not continuum (stopped) moment in time
women half naked primitive masks
objects collage of desire
fallen in love in my mind and movements
of sadness monochromatic
returning to my own psyche
different shades of mauve
the paint of my soul revitalised
the blue fabric sea of meadows listening to the sermons of the wind
seaward gaze red flame sky dust of roses
it has been long
since the circular burning beds seen new lust
arriving on the verge of youth
so do not burn my eyes
with your black silk lips
let me sleep let me sleep with
lightness and delicate sense movements
hieroglyphic syllables and silent waves
i am as leaf in breeze in stillness and in tempest
an old soul formless like sea abyss stirred - agonised
my symbolism is vanishing so
sent your eyes with a bond of flesh
for mending in the nest of turbulant hearts
say no words my tangerine opening
and become a dream of moon touch
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a stretch of beach a measured light
a misty moonlight glow
your scented lips the passion grows
landscape of the image clothes you with lust
the summer of my years, a memory a dance
red wine from your lands
eat the honeycomb of bees
soft orange with flip-side winds
pale red luminous lips
eyes of love virgins see the sand
break loose from a great sleep of land
swirls and passes
steals my mind a scent of sea and jasmine
wind- wept the air rattles and quarrels with earth
its even darkness torn
symmetric movements the colours are born
in the platinum ridge the monk the inner sanctum seeks
the sanctified and the obscene
i drink all the shadows the aquatic river brings
till all are connected and divided in me
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in the street of dreams oracular Aeolian winds
blow unrelenting the marble poplars
deep shaded carved wooden ikonostases
lush paths of the interior soul
with venetian modes in this gathering of the multitude
we aspire the same medicines and dogmas
as pilgrims of faith in transmigration
windmills and dovecotes of the mind
Miracle workers,healers, arriving in the isle of Delos
cleansing sacrificing in the wooden streets of palm
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