Makednos | July 30, 2009
You’re a silent picture of profound green
offered to a man sublime
instantly adorned in the nick of time
by the morning dew…
But this silent picture of profound blue
thoughts that pitched to a last goodbye
leaving loose all threads in a mystic vie
to a lucky few…
Whilst this silent picture of profound red
a remarkable detachment
in the tenet pure attachment
lives anew…
Oh [...]
fourikis | July 23, 2009
I was a sphinx gazing at
The desert of my discontent
Before I tasted your lips.
After you kissed me
Everything changed:
The desert is a savanna now
And I sing the fandangos of our love.
“Only the written kisses
Survive the brief
Incandescent alchemy
Of human passion,”
The poets claimed
But that is not true
‘Cause when you look at me, I burn,
You touch me, and I’m [...]
fourikis | July 29, 2009
We were ready to merge but she stopped me.
‘I haven’t finished looking at you,’ she said.
Dazed in her aura
She saw her image stamped deep
On my molten heart.
Caught licking my dry upper lip
She caressed my burning cheeks.
I was like a rock in the sea beaten
By the waves of desire from every side.
Defenceless I was thinking that
All [...]
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