Transcendence
Your half opened lips
pair of nightingales
building their nest
your words
heavenly songs that
play with the breeze
your half opened lips
warm and fiery
red and alluring
words that fly close and faraway
to reach my soul like
two birds which sing
of the infinity, contour shaped,
obscure and vague circle
forever indeterminable
and this the command
and this the obedience
and this the orgasm
and this the Eros
You
Mayanaam
vequinox
Manolis 