Immunity
to the sulfur smell was inevitable –
Standing
next to an Adonis –
His
hair rich, thick molasses like the furniture
Syrup
guaranteed to make my
Mahogany
and
Cherry
glisten
I
could see
In
Santorini – He was a REAL Greek and I
Was
a REAL overweight American – Eyes
Sleep-deprived
as a condemned circus closes
Down
Or
Maybe
a couple of orbs in Chernobyl
He
whispered
This is the place
that destroyed Atlantis
Did
more than destroyed –
Yes
This
pumice
Ruined
her like sex
In
the Aegean after a back-home boyfriend
Springtime
slid easily into the hot
Dry
Cycladic summer and the volcano is
Still
I
am gone – searching for other gods –
Satisfied
there is no punctuation at Easter
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