Let me be your image,
my lord of the afternoon mad
those in which bloom in your hands,
petal by petal,
in every rose,
while you catch me in a kiss
and tie me to your sweetness
with that fragile knot
that only I can feel it.
( of Verses black bitch, ed. Sial, 2005 )
Image: Stelios Tsagris
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