Twelve Narratives of the Gypsy

Come join with all the others,
lovers and couples come and
enjoy the three day festival
on the wide open plain find
your ephemeral motherland.
Suddenly on the third day he
appeared on golden saddled
horse the messenger of
the Byzantine king declaring
oh farmers and oh writers and
guards encircle him
the drums echo, the horns
are heard.
Suddenly the unexpected
tidings traversed over
the vast plains from end to end
and spread the deadly silence
and among all the silence and
from above a high terrace
the voice of the messenger
was heard clearly:
Gypsies, the God protected
king declares this is the end
of your endless wandering
and homelessness.

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Hours of the Stars

Clock
I can’t figure you out
you look ahead as you glance behind
what hasn’t arrived is gone and
you always drink from my empty cup

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Medusa

Silence
Unbound silence and dignified indignation balance the void between death and the softness of your lips, the endless desire I felt in our last erotic interlude
—Come, help me fold these bed sheets; leave the computer for a second, it won’t cry over it
Heartless Hades stabbed my heart. Arrows of banality shade my dream, and I stand alone under the doorway, arms crossed as if nothing I can say
—I talk to you, and nothing registers: what’s wrong with you?
High poplars conquer the last sun ray before the dusk’s glowing silver face of the moon hangs over my anticipation for our erotic zenith, ripping our garments in two, flowing garlands, my hands I can’t control
—Stop staring at that screen forever, you hear me?
Velvety skin, your touch on my palms, and deep inside you, the mystery of darkness and the shadow of a spent man; the early hour of the evening that swirls around your soft bosom, and I embrace your hot body as if for the first time when Eros triumphed
—Told you once, told you twice, get off your chair and help me clean the kitchen

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