Kiss me again and talk to me; it’s been long
since anyone kissed me, as happens
with syphilitic blokes or old geezers.
You know, as in the past my soul rose
to the lips and filled our mouths with saliva,
bitter almond and that sound on our tongues,
deep like hidden water under the leaves,
chosen by our heart to tell all that was untold.
So. Now place your hands on your breast
as you usually do, and let me look at you
shyly, heavy with bay leaf and your kisses. Translated from the Greek by Yannis Goumas
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