Posted in Poetry

For MIG

You sculpture
Molded in erotic music…
Oven your body for me…
I am tempted to taste
you as a music of lyrical pleasure…..
my body is a frozen coffin in
the nights… frozen and stiff
like a vulture’s beak…
I am so hungry for you ….
Let’s melt in the music
Of creating love….

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I am a Hellenic Philistine Hedonist, an existential nihilist, and a postmodernist with a passion to write poetry, fiction, essays and philosophy.

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