darling, when it comes to strawberries
you’re like me
more, and more
and sugar, brandy
in mom’s tin pan
all summer.
you’ve strawberried yourself
you leave my tongue red
my taste sweet
sweet from thoughts,
and red.
the red, the thoughts, not hidden.
just joined.
with simmering smiles
and minds set fire.
Translation of “Pare me sto stathero.” Copyright Yiannis Moundelas. By arrangement with the author. Translation copyright 2010 by Sarah McCann. All rights reserved.
