cravings
the body craves carved ancient streets
pillars reflected in finger nails
stone cobbled avenues
brown leather soles softly speckled with dust
coffee rendevous carried on wisps of λεβάντα (lavendula, you whispered)
smiles turn wrinkles timeless like napkins
these errorless warriors' views
lift the weariest limbs
this hour i am still,
my lap weighed in pages.
one yellow hand drapes my knee like a restful Athena
(centre of the gyre of Athens)
one yellow hand dangles deadly red, clawing smoke
her falcon screams down my throat.
desire, this calm hunger
an ache before the storm
desire, bigger than the heroic luminance the
parklamp sends flying by this bench.
you tip the scales.
i would curl
into the painted wings
born from your delicate back.