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Ode to the waves of Syros (from Blooming)


In this hushed shore under my feet 

Where the waves yearn for the dunes 

I could not hope to touch desire 

With my two bound hands. 


In the beating heart of twilight  

My fragile breath stutters 

And falls away short of its dare 

My lungs sprout flowers. 


A couple reckless notes break loose  

Koukla mou sneaks in my ear 

From the inferno of your lips 

I am the ocean.  


Now I shall stain my gasping tongue 

Ambrosia fashions a home  

Blooming red in my collarbone 

I push the skies up. 

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