C a l i

where you

start and where

I begin

but now I can outlive the edges

my skin

alone with this marker

around.

Όλα τα πρώτα κάποτε τελειώνουν

And after all this time I wonder,

always wonder

Do you think of me right now?

this right.

moment.

Do you hear

Through my mind, my thoughts

Calling your name, Recalling us,

our touch, our bodies sweating,

my heavy breathing

tongue wet on your ear

goosebumps raising in your skin

as I slowly blow and graze my lips above your skin

Am I losing my mind.

Am I crazy to think that at this very moment wherever you are my thoughts, are grazing your skin again.

Is my mind too loud for

you ?

Eyes like honey, mixed with green strikes of light turned to deep brown, almost black when they laid on my body

Kept the devilish of his soul inside this body of mine

So I can remember how it is to feel like dying while being alive

And even though I prayed to become the water that falls down from the sky just to meet his skin

God smiled to me and sent the rain to meet my skin only to create the promise of my one true love on this earth

And the water was pouring down cleaning up my body from the presence of the devil leaving me paralyzed of the holiness of his touch

And his eyes deep brown almost black, were frozen under that blue

did you ever get to fall in love with a movement? a shape,?  just like water.  I watch him breath in and breathe out, my whole life in a simple automatic movement  that I will be forever grateful of, Just like water, His life.

Ξέρεις τι θέλω,

τι θα ήταν αρκετό;

Να έρθεις να με πάρεις με το αυτοκίνητο.

Να οδηγείς, χωρίς προορισμό,

να περνάς τα φανάρια, παράθυρα ανοιχτά,

να σε φωτογραφίζω με τα μάτια μου,

και να χαμογελούν τα μάτια σου.

Να έχεις το χέρι σου στο πόδι μου, και εγώ να περνάω τα χέρια μου πάνω απο τις εσωτερικές φλέβες του χεριού σου.

Να μη σταματήσουμε πουθενά,

απλά να γυρνάμε.

And then i ask, who’s the monster in my dreams?

is it you, like i wanna believe?

you failing to become what others believe you to be

you failing to express those unspoken words that should have been said

And then i ask, is it me the monster in my dreams?

the fool waiting in a station

to be saved by a dream,

the fool in a bus with tears running down her face

with hands on a black mirror