This is home now
brightly painted room
faded carpet mustard
recliners
matching cushions
malodorous wafting
odours
rose scented freshener
vanquished
you look vacantly
the screen blurred
your gaze falls on me
follows me around the
room
Apo pio meros eisai?
Which place are you from?
stroking my hand seeking
connection
meeting of eyes
a shared colour a
shared tongue
strange familiarity
brittle fragments of
memory
like bone
dispersed inside your
head
the blithe state of
youth
the blue of the ocean
olive groves
left behind
faces clear with
misplaced names
warm August nights eating
figs
ripened by the sun
seasons clear with
purpose
soft pallor of young
skin now worn
life’s map a
destiny
Apo pio meros eisai?
Published in Social Alternatives January 2015
Published in Social Alternatives January 2015
Published in Social Alternatives January 2015
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