poesie

places

all this suffering,
it makes me go back to somewhere
quiet and still.

back to Ílios,
back to sun soaked beaches,
to my lover's embrace.

you cannot blame me,
not for wanting to leave, go somewhere
warm and calm.

back to Arcadia,
to swaying trees,
to my lover's smile.

this is all i have left,
this desire to flee and go somewhere
peaceful and fresh.

back to Delos,
to wind-washed plains,
and my lover's heartbeat.