by Christos Polydorou

20160618_140812.jpgIt’s too late.
Our love shattered, like a plate.

What a beautiful blue.

Giving suffering, giving dead-ends, drudgery, boredom.
Erase the blue,

even the electric blue,
and replace it all with

whites and reds,
and some golds,

with a paintbrush,
you wash over, and over.

Swim in the redness,
away from the blue man,

his blue sky,
and his blue sea.

Accept your nature,
end to your suffering:

You burn,
like lava.