ARE GOOD INTENSIONS ENOUGH?

Good Intentions by DarlingDeerest

Are you really someone important to me?
Or it's my incredible imagination
which creates through you a new defensive
redoubt against my hungry needs?
I'm absolutely careless
of your emotions which
possibly are so fragile
you'd be severely hurt
I feel responsible but
the truth is you are
more than mature to
distinguish what's
true or false...
Please be careful!
Lust and caring
are enough
Love is often an
unintentional 
sweet pretense 
Love needs quite a time
and intimacy
to really grow
Love is growing
in a strange way
fed by patience
and good will
We often say
"I love you" in a 
prospective way...

DIVERSITY

ELENEE IS MORE THAN BEAUTIFUL

I came near to your heart, Elenee ...

So near that I could not write a simple poem for you.

It seemed to me you are the perfect and exquisite blend

of Depression, of Joy and of Beauty

With a loud smile in  heartbreaking sweet sorrow.

I never expected to fatally meet you

just like a diamond excavated out of mud...

I was so surprised about it! I loved you, Elenee ...

A Circe flowing, throughflowing and overflowing

Offered , even penetrating the walls.

A self-sustaining flame

even when there is no combustible

Enough she is in flames

even if she is burning her own flesh.

Helenee luminous star in my dark age,

Refracting its luster through windows - prisms,

which transform the painful haze of the external Universe

Enlightening - from your insight -shouting colourfulness.

In my mind, your face symbolises a consolation.

As in deep darkness, the full Moon.

Besides, you are a witch,

Your face should be bathed in moonlight

Even though-oddly- you shine emitting your own light.

Dedicated to my superb friend poet and writer Elenee Stasinou, that the "metaphysical"-seems to me_was too late to bring her in my "neighborhood".  Her latest in Europe awarded novel  "The Woman of Delphi"  Okeanos publications

I ADMIRE YOUR LIGHT

There is a kind of eros

between brilliant souls

that is neither measured

nor expressed

instinctively

through the body

as usual

If thither someone

undervalues this feeling

charring's fire will be born

which will turn it to ashes

to an insignificant wreck

to some trash

No doubt!

You, bright Phaethon,

you are sharing since so many years

the chariot of Sun

you are so tortured

by experiencing the beauty

as you are being burnt in mental fire

If I look deeply

in your flamethrowers eyes

I recognize stars

born in there

but I see also  black holes

Oh, my friend Phaethon!

I exist as your pyrophoric beloved

I discern in our souls mutual

fuming luminescent open wounds

DESERTIFICATION

absence leave us alone as

desert's Simoom does

in sand's crowd

INCAPABILITY

I do not know
what to do for you
what I have to do with you
you are so different
and you ask me the impossible
I'm not able to offer
Although I feel incapable
I need your presence
I feel alone
but loneliness is heavier
without you
Please let me live
in your shadow
like a small parasite which
could never harm you

IN LOVE

Kissing Wolves,  print by Oneta

He looked at me

with his big eyes

His soft enormous lips

were semi-opened

eager to taste

Just for a moment

I caught this glance

so piercing, so perceivable

I felt hugged 

I felt his despair

and his hunger 

just for me

It was thrilling!

I understood so 

profoundly

that very moment

what he was feeling

Oh God! Heartache!

It is terrifying to me

being in love

with a man so great

although so distant but

being conscious

of his emotions!

He is so in love

with me!

Μy knees buckled.

Dante and Beatrice, 1915. By John William Waterhouse (1849-1917). medium: oil on canvas

IN THE DEEP

K.Madison Deep blue dream

Deep in my heart

there's a traitor

a man who betrayed my love