The wave orizon
and the leader
spy upon the souls.
We walked, each one
upon the footprint of the other
wrapped in our scents
and those of the animals.
The breath of desert
burning sensation
in the neck,
the thoughts,
each one’s torment.
Snakes in pairs, intertwined,
each one sought
to bite the other.
By Takis Pierrakos (all rights reserved)



