… the women we love are forests
each of their trees a passionate message
in these forests, our steps
trick us
into getting lost
and that’s when we find
our true self
and we live
and if we hear the storms coming
from afar
or the wind brings us
noise of celebrations
or the flutes of danger
certainly, nothing can scare us
since thick foliage
surely protects us
since the women we love are forests
the women we love are harbours
(The only destination
of our beautiful ships)
their eyes are
the breakwaters
their shoulders are beacons
of joy
their thighs
line of amphoras at the quay
their legs
are our loving
lighthouses
the nostalgic call them Katerinas
they are their waves …
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