by Christos Polydorou

hatlessI love you.
I love you more.

You are pure, like morning,
in which we didn’t go to bed, angry.

Like a morning, you keep dawning
on me, occurring to me, profoundly

shaking my leaves, through the twigs,
down to the roots. I bleed some sap

for you, but it`s a small price to pay
for the longitudes and latitudes of your love.

Purify me.
Purify each colour I see.

Make me feel eternal innocence, always
deep inside of me,

so deep,
it is like a diamond hidden in a rock

on the back of Atlas.
Make the winds lift, the gales go,

so I can be, in every way,