Gown
Your gown touches the ground
outline of your body
visible delicious and ethereal
breeze voraciously besieges your legs
dictating their every move
and I want to build a church
to match your angelic shape
an altar to erect
atop the inviting space
designed by your thighs
point of reverence
for the upcoming generations
an icon to place high up
where the anger subsides
and your mound stands
unerring judge of both
the dead and the alive
Hellenic Canadian Literature 