Lights burn in your eyes
Like Cretan caiques on
The ink-tide of night.
To smell the sweetness
Of your lips is to be in
Persephone's lea.
When I see your eyes
My heart eats fire and I am
So very hot inside.
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Jane Sharp has lived in Vrahassi, a mountain village in Crete, for the past sixteen years. She has been writing poetry for a lot longer. Her poems have been published in magazines, read on the B.B.C. and have won prizes.
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