Why won’t you DON’T let me burn
for a naked body in a burnt landscape.
How much “mine” is my body? It’s value is measured in hugs received by others. In looks that tell it “for me you count”. Without eyes on it, without arms to squeeze it, it’s a bob body.
In this burnt land called life I wonder my body from human to human to fill it with beauty and to kiss thirsty lips.
Leo Kalovyrnas is a counsellor and writer. He has published nine fiction books. These are his first poems.