And  I pray to God to have mercy upon me


I   love a man,
city  is not so cold,
time is a game,
for children and lovers
space, is a  game for stars,
moving between places,
to  find a corner,
for our naked bodies,
a little peaceful  venue,  
for our eternity,
I collect flowers,  
he is preparing  
the paper,  
we smile, as we are walking
having  inside our glance,  
the face of each other,
how easy Winter  is,
when you love someone,
not the love  
the utopia one,  
but the one
like a nectar-feeding insect
who is flying around the noise,  
and  not be able  to catch  it,
this   is  the  ‘winterlove’
a butterfly.



©Maria Panoutsou