Falling in Love With Nikos Kavvadias

Your eyes
open for so long
look at
one more thing.

Your hand
holds a pipe
between full lips
that speak no words.

Which new destination
shall I take you to
and moor you the night?
Adrift between hallucination and torment
in half-lit rooms,
no port remains
unvisited by you.

What story can I tell you
that the constellations have not
already murmured in your ear?
Your wet face
scans the southern skies
looking for the Southern Cross
to guide you on yet another voyage.

For you have taken
in all that exists
and swallowed it as if
it were the sun.

N. Lovatsis is a new writer living in Vancouver.

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