The Song I Sing

If you want something from me,
steal the song I am singing
because this is how I love you.
All my cares are folded like a sweater
awaiting tomorrow's chill.
My words always wait for the wind
to numb your love.
If you want something from my heart
you can take my song
and let it serenade you.
Let's extinguish the candle,
brave the cold
and fill the four seasons with our sweet love.
This will be our Utopia.
We will be one

Fotios Panos
from my Poetry Book Shakespeare in the Jungle

How many moons

How many moons can illuminate your beautiful hair
now that are illuminated by the small candle,
by the awakening of a mermaid
Mesmerizing the mortal language....
Many moons, an outstanding night, worried gazes
black utopias on the pavements and a south wind
caressing the fates of men, caressing the breasts of women,
glasses changing color due to drunk people.
How many glasses of poison can fill
the happiness of the moon
and how many women can leave their kisses
for the beloved to get free, who is walking tame
in a beautiful sea.
A smell springing from the breath of horses
and the coachman in love in the night
seeing the lost muse on the asleep tables.
How many feet can count the stars
that covering up in the robe of the sea
and not looking for nothing.
How many moons would sail against the constellation of Leo
when the boats are painted with a red wine
and a lipstick that screams to dawn.

Fotios Panos