"No man is an island"...
yelled the naked nun
and all I could think
was how to caress the divine skin
without burning...
"Is religion erotic"..I wondered
such passion of man,
are all passions of man erotic?
She was up on the ladder
painting the sky..
The sky was bleeding,
an old wound reopened
the blue was mixing with the red.
The nun was healing the wound.
"You humans are all the same"..she yelled
"You tear the sky to get to the blood"
"Sniffing like wild dogs,
howling to the heavens"
"Perhaps", I thought,
and her skin was white and pure,
I kneeled down, pulled out my knife
and opened a wound on the Earth.
The blood was black.
Fivos R Drymiotis