‘Airy’ a poem by Manolis

Little huts
wounded dreamers
arrowed hearts

she said—

looking through
the open window
at a small vessel’s smoke
creating apparitions
of unequivocal grandeur

touch my puberty
with the feather’s softness
she said—
but leave my desire intact

From ‘Vernal Equinox’, Ekstasis Editions, Victoria 2011