I held the summer in my hands the perfect seashell delicate & brighter than the sun the wind rolled the sea outwards wild birds circled the mountain above and pebbles danced aimlessly in the air for a second my fingertips touched the sky and then the moment was gone; so I stood half-hidden & half-showing in the navel of the earth waiting (and when a star fell entangled in my hair I knew this was also the centre of the galaxy). September 2025, Kipoi – Samothraki
I. The light so eternal shapes you in the world. II. You float bluer than any dream. III. I hold you on the surface before you slip from me away and beneath. IV. The morning star fades in the bergamot atmosphere. V. I long for dreams asleep and awake and always. VI. Night flights above us and I envy their promises, each and every single one of them. VII. Cricket songs as the night deepens first and foremost in my heart. VIII. Night flights now mistaken for rushing stars. IX. Rushed smokes in-between card turns quiet games underneath a quieter sky. X. You thrive in the light of the dashing dawn. (“You always look so cool”, Daisy Buchanan would have said instead.) XI. A taste of salt and sunscreen memories elsewhere short-lived. XII. The sun burns now and suddenly the mind more than the skin. XIII. The summer deepens; deeper than its nights deeper than the sea. XIV. The sun die...