scott moore | the greek girls know

The Greek girls know

It’s not what might
Come to mind
No back doors
To access in ones behalf
A wedding, a friend
Not far from failure
The reception
A three flight fall
The farm, Metaxa
Waterfalls and
Dancing women
The girls
In the kitchen
Performing
My exorcism
A palm turned over
The elder a smile
The younger a blush
The lines scribbled
Freak!
We all kissed
With tongues
And ate
Stuffed grape leaves
From our hands
Drunken distraction
Persuading attempt
Never to get closer
The signs not aligned
I used my other hand