New Laura
the great treasures
about which many talked
of the poor
sick
girl
are only
her lips
her lustful
lips
how I miss them
and glorify them
when I’m away
wandering
on these joyless
unbelievable trips
that so often
I take
however, so much
I enjoy
and glorify them
when I’m
close to her
it is l i f e
it comes out and saunters
in side streets
neighbourhoods
and crying
she calls me
and seeks me
come
don’t be like that
we are Hellenes
you are
what a miracle
a girl
a Hellene girl
when I sleep
the flowers of your armpit
come
and caress
my whole body
and when I paint
then
your beautiful eyes
come
to the edge of my brush
and saunter
all over the canvas
so, you know:
I’ve turned you
into an immortal
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