kernel, reflections

though the fact that they were terrible did not mean that they were necessarily truthful

Month: May, 2012

outdoors,indoors

Cold marble- tiled floor,

making me shiver as I walk towards

the garden

right before dawn.

 

Mist on my flowers,

wet soil dressing my feet ,

sweet jasmine smell as I twirl

three times, clockwise, wishing you thrill.

 

Orange misty skies,

eyes wide open, taking in the moment

when

I

kiss you softly as you sleep.

 

Hamming along your breaths,

thinking of,

all the minutes,

I spend dreaming

 

about

This.

 

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καπετάνιε,

Στο μπλέ ρίξαμε κόκκινο, κίτρινο,

πολύχρωμα στεφάνια με μωβ κορδέλες.

Μια μικρή γιορτή

στη θάλασσα που σε πήρε.

                   05 /2011