He looked at me like he knew me,
but never truly met my soul.
Lips burning with desire's fire,
but not with love's gentle glow.

I gave my body, he kept my soul
I was his night,
never part of the whole.


In Greek
Σώμα δίχως Ονομα

Με κοίταζε σαν να με ήξερε,
μα δεν με γνώρισε ποτέ.
Χείλη που φλέγονταν απ' επιθυμία,
μα όχι απ' αγάπη.

Εδωσα σώμα, κράτησε ψυχή.
Ημουν η νύχτα του,
μα ποτέ το πρωί.

i think the
irony

befits such an
ending -

you,
settled

me,
altered

permanently
unsettled

a trace of
you forever

running through
my veins

Thunder covers the
sound of me whimpering into my pillow.
The earth is crying too.