I don’t breathe

Time passes by and the caresses are away, forgetting that you exist.
I cannot breathe away from you, but looking at the sky
and the silver of the night
I am wrapped in a vision, wrapped in the slopes of a name,
of a kiss.
Waiting and waiting, but what to expect, what to draw,
within this night I don’t see that silk kiss of yours,
that color that lightens your hair.
Let the waves could fire up the sky and cast stars,
fairytales and songs in your dreams.
I don’t want to love you, but I do.
Because, no matter how many times I’ll open my eyes,
my voice numbs and my wings cannot resist in
the weakness
that conquers me daily.

Fotios Panos

Sigh

A child counts and stops and runs,
behind him a train stops and whistles and gets lost in the mist.
The spring is gone and the color of the sky has migrated.
Here, melancholy emerges and the birds keep flying,
the trees are naked and the leaves bewildered, cracked slaps,
broken chairs are lost
and in the garbage there are no rats nor rotten foods.
The flower I used to love has faded just as my thoughts
and the small light I used to lit and I was praying in is quenched,
like the old lady I used to love.
There is no pigeon on the horizon nor cob seeds in my palms and
the cat I used to stroke caress
is lost along with the years.
Neither hello, nor goodbye,
nor a single breath in the alleys where I walk,
Nor a single aroma from neighbor’s garden.
That speech has been erased and the drunk doesn’t drink,
doesn’t dream
because the dawn has set tired.
You don’t need to get lost and hide
because your breath flickers
And your eyes colorless sigh at this walk.

Fotios Panos

Awakened Love

All summer black pigeons left,
migrated fathoms of odes in a breath.
Sand and sun burned a hole through my heart.
The sea and the woods caught fire.
I saw the Grim Reaper laughing.
Your spirit caressed the sky
and flew to Heaven.
You wept for the bleeding clouds.
Tears fell like rain from a silent cloud
and awakened my love from slumber.
Now I am breathing your air.
My thoughts of you are captured
and held prisoner by your beauty

Fotios Panos
from my Poetry Book Shakespeare in Jungle

Wings

The cobblestones were tangled up at my feet
And I collapsed in the ferns of the slope.
The altitude and the magnificence of the fern met the handshake
and I was found facing the nature and the clear skies,
until the virgin touched my eyes,
I was staggered and my friends of loneliness
brought the gaze of the mist to cover the body.
A bullet came along with my eyes, gazing at the naked mountains
and the submission trumpeted to the scent
of the dung and the wolves.
The wings of the scent touched the creation, the drought
the wells flourished, changed their clothing
and I, infatuated, harvested the sun, stopped the trucks,
just to listen and see her perfect body.
The moonlight applauded the vitality, the cold kiss of her
and slept, I couldn’t stand it, I got up
kept her gaze with me
and followed the paths of the abyss in the darkness
the lost treasure.

Fotios Panos

Temptation

Lust and longing mated in the flavor of love.
Taciturn doves in dark alleys
fell to temptation
and short-lived love clouded the night.
The baton fell from our hands
and we were inflated.
Our feet sank in a pillow.
When our kisses cooled,
we ran to the tower of escape
to welcome found love.
Stars blossomed in the sky
and the light came
and brightened your laughter
and erased the clouds

Fotios Panos