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| SADNESS DIGITAL VERSION CHRYSSA VELISSARIOU 2014 |
We did not make love
Wallowing like little
innocent children
naked amid the
scented chamomiles
I was smelling on
your feet their soothing
sweet fragrance, you were
enjoying on my
Breasts the refreshing
intoxicating
breeze that the green spring
grass exudes when cut
You adorned with crimson
ephemeral poppies
My black hair and I
kissed with devotion
your irrigated though
imperfect body's
members embellished
Only for my love
Bees , ants and butterflies
wandered on our
flesh nourishing it
carrying the dry leaves
of a premature
automn along your thighs
We did not make love
But the flowers there
have been watered
with the Nectar of
Our lost paradise
Our bodies were fed
with the ambrosia of
affectionate glances
Your seed dropped
down and exploded
sprouted insolent
climbing trumpet
Periwinkles , ah !
Chicks of colorful
Birds Chirping inside
me brake the hard shell
of their little eggs
demanding life again
to regenerate
Although we did not
make love all these great
wonders blessed one more
spring and we became
a New Love by ourselves
continuing the one the other
Branching off into
Roots downwardly and
Reaching to the sky
with fruitful shoots which
will nourish the soul
of the entire earth
Do not be afraid 'cause
You will always be
born through me and I
will be resurrected
through whatever you
will leave behind for me
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