Tuesday, December 1, 2015


Chryssa Velissariou


Black cat
Ombra nera
of my Bad Luck
of my battered adolescence
I was feeling so near to
your bewitched Soul
your Mania to survive
your Terror in front Death
your Silent plea for Tenderness
I named you
with your smashed mouth
always open
drooling on me
and your crooked teeth
your knock-knees and
your large large paws
Black cat
Ombra nera
of my Bad Luck
I feel so often
like you felt then
I feel ugly and alone
your eyes are in my mind
I send you my caress
I miss you
I miss so much your
shimmering dark touch..........

Chryssa Velissariou

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