Peignoir by Sofia Kioroglou


Beauty flaming and apparent
Lips so red I could only think of cherries
How I long to kiss them
That luscious crimson fruit

I wish I were that gold thimble
To your taper middle finger
The thin pin that restrains your spun-gold hair
The tuft that caresses eyes like sapphires

Your graces taste like friandises
Luscious toothsome bits and syrups
Bonbons and sleeves of peignoir
Those soothing lullabies

I am even jealous of that treacherous draft
That finds its way to your arms
Insidious currents of cold
That sneak in through cherished keyholes

Sofia KioroglouSofia Kioroglou is a Greek poet, writer and perennial traveller to the Holy Land and Egypt. Her recent entry to the Festival for Poetry was singled out at the Best of February and her poems have been selected in the 26 Most Commented Writers Category of Pengician. Her poems can be found online and in print in Lunaris Review, In Between Hangovers, Galleon Literary Journal, Pengician, Galway Review, Verse-Virtual, Dumas de Demain, Books’ Journal, Poetic Diversity, Every Writer, Winamop and Aenaon to name but a few. She has work forthcoming this March in Basil o’ Flaherty. She was one of the winners in the International Competition of this January and her work won a distinction in the Poetry Contest of Unesco Club for the return of the Elgin Marbles to Greece. Her work is mentioned in the Winningwriters Magazine this February.

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