My Sicilian Man

Photo: Tibu Borgstén 

He keeps calling me

after the snow have fallen,

after the days of My own sorrow

that dresses me into my grey-violet

mood..

He keeps calling me

when I have said things

that I mean - but I should not!

He keeps calling me

so I remember - even if

I really don´t want to remember

what LOVE is all about.

My Sicilian Man

keeps calling me 

he keeps bearing me

and reminding me of  the light

when I don´t seem to find it

anymore..

My Sicilian Man

keeps confusing the fragrant soup

with his soul of the sea

with his body of the sea

and with his mind of the sea

that knows how to calm mermaids

or forest  fodders - like me.