The Spring Poem by PANAGIOTIS TSAKRIS

The sun of the vernal equinox
warm the cheek and
the closed eyes of Eros.
He woke him up.
He took his bow, put an arrow
and marked Ivi
sleeping in the next field.
The arrow hit her in the sink of her breast
and immediately strong scents of new life,
fear and desire
overflowed in the body of the Earth
and soaked it
on the lips, on the eyelids, on the fingers.
God consulted his Bible
and considered:
Everything was done as it should be this year as well.
Spring came.