quasi liber et pictura

The Signals:

Twinwalled faces
and legs
and frontier dresses
tall limbs gazing
at border garrisons
of erotic women
as they fold themselves
in two
in four
at eighteen
and whisper
in the ears
of the northern wind
wonderful breast
I went to Skopelos to Skopia
to every shipyard
almost feverish
to the shop of love
to the library the grocer
the movies the lift
everywhere the signals
the written notes

of erotic conspiracy

Yiorgos Chouliaras.