She gets up on the wrong side and
late /midday /noon calmly lust
In the blur window box /with frost
that rimes the glass /Wrote with icy fingers /
With meager letters / ‘love you’ You/
And with a sun / for filling the frame
She paints over and over
The room just a light lamp /
To be in the safety of four walls /
Images pierce / bricks with cement /
They arrive at that/ tender / and ' surprisingly /
Her world of / and his world /akin to a kiss
Body with body / and breath tickling nostrils
Out all gray and rainy / with mixed scents /
Approaching the time of the morning star /
and she / the city her own
©MARIA PANOUTSOU
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 10:54 AM UTC
She gets up on the wrong side and
late /midday /noon calmly lust
In the blur window box /with frost
that rimes the glass /Wrote with icy fingers /
With meager letters / ‘love you’ You/
And with a sun / for filling the frame
She paints over and over
The room just a light lamp /
To be in the safety of four walls /
Images pierce / bricks with cement /
They arrive at that/ tender / and ' surprisingly /
Her world of / and his world /akin to a kiss
Body with body / and breath tickling nostrils
Out all gray and rainy / with mixed scents /
Approaching the time of the morning star /
and she / the city her own
©MARIA PANOUTSOU
WITTEN IN GREEK LANGUGE FIRST AND THEN IN ENGLISH ( FOR MY FRIENDS OF HELLO POETRY )
