the isms of a Cretan poet

Posts tagged love

For me  –

Love without elevens

Is an eye without it’s blink.

I think it absurd


A wordless sentence

Or a feather without it’s bird

That can only fly

If the wind instructs.

Rather –

It must create music

Without instrument

Inspire breath

To melody and tune

In tune with the knowledge

That the world is sugar to the right lips.

So taste!

See beyond sight!

Over exposed

And magnificent!

With a third eye

Tireless and inspired

To entice ocean’s sands to spice.

Believe with me

That our shackles

Are as irrelevant

As honey to fish.

Replenish me

Like you are water’s wet.

I am like a line

Fine but drawn to an end

Wet and Indigo Ink

Darker than stain

We left each other’s arms

More open than closed

But a door unhinged and teasing

Adored swinging wooden tunes

Of swooning hollow oak

Choking my ears and tongue

That used to be yours

But for a


Drum Drum

My skin’s pulled tight

And pounds like empty’s


If you could rock me while I lose you

Till hurt fades to forget

The antidote to remembering

But not yet

We are simply one letter

Of a word in our own sentence

There will be sense

Because it could never

Have been written any other way


We were luminous