Page 28 - October 2020

Love and only love is not an invention, man’s making
Magnetic storms don’t make cockeyed the stars’ kisses
My love cannot be threatened
Frigates of birds sound the turning of thought

The bitterness of irrevocable ice and the ransom
for the shores’ lost sight

My love shouts that summer’s funeral should be at the public
expense
It averts the evil eye when bankers dream
This yes, it’s social justice!
Your god is smaller than his fame

My love is whatever turns, without cuts, proud and vigorous
in the next life
Bridles on voters of nought
My love is whatever shudders without wearing

It’s the chapel where ruined loves kiss each other longingly
The lid of the transparent world
The “no” and the “don’t”
My love is the scanning, the approach, the touch

The relentless rain and shelter
My love assumes responsibility

My love is free speech

Koukis Christos, from Athens has published
numerous poetry books and poems in
International Magazines. He participated in
several International Poetry festivals and
Poetry anthologies. He has been the Director of
International Poetry Festival in Greece