Did you say you love me? #short-prose #poetry

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I breathe in an unfamiliar rhythm.
The sun metamorphoses into a golden liquid.
Glittering rivers inundate the sky; orange veins on a blue skin. 
The water murmurs.
The pendulum of the earth goes astray.
The North Pole disappears.
The icy castle of wisdom and thought melts before my eyes.
The earth becomes a heated humongous ball, carried by Atlas on his mythical shoulder.
Did you say you love me?
Flamenco dancers toss in my dreams.

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forgotten in the Port of Naples #poem #poetry

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this summer
meet me in the Port of Naples
in humid nights inside the Palace of Capodimonte
let’s write again the “Human Comedy”
your love for me
a million of daggers
will cut the arteries of the blue sea
my luscious lips buried in blood and dust from the volcano
erotically settled in your poetry
against the coolness of the walls
your fingers, tracers of old tears
will mold us into a single body of loneliness and lust
sick with jealousy and shocked
a pale Campanian sunrise
whose rays, for centuries, barely can see
will find us walking hand in hand
along the quay…

forgotten in the Port of Naples
the memory of you and me

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blood #poem #poetry

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my body is dragged
i’m covered in mud
sword in my hand
still i can cut
you’re looking at me
i hear the word love

fight!

children are crying
the moon has been stolen
the winds have stopped
right all the wrongs
lighten the sun
straighten the earth
bloom all the buds
i’ll see you again
there are other lives

fight
do not stop!

i’m choking on blood…

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come with me to the Mediterranean #poetry #poem

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come with me to the Mediterranean

the highway of ancient world

for in the silence of its eye

still lives the infinite of number pi

 

climb with me the Mount Parnassus

in fall when Dionysus’ priestess will arrive

souls immersed in subterranean desires

into the burgundy of wine, let’s dive

 

the bed unmade

your eyes still hungry

poetry is screaming to be read

come with me to the Mediterranean

where Pegasus is waiting to be wed

 

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when roses sleep #poem #poetry

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open the window

let me feel the wind which blew

when i was born

open you palms

let me eat the fruits of the soil

which fed me first

open your heart

and let me breathe the poetry

of the sunsets when roses sleep

and church bells toll

over the land

where i was born

 

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prayers (intersession, adoration, confession) #poem #poetry

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whisper,
you who know to whisper
intercessions
(prayers on behalf of others)
songs of love and songs of sorrow
for the sailors from the depths of the tomorrow
sleepy bibles rub their eyes
in the Basilica of San Nicola

whisper,
you who know to whisper
adorations
(homages to blooming flowers)
on Sunday afternoon the air is moist
the tropic breathes mangoes and strawberries
white linen heated bodies covers
symphonies are lusting for their lovers

and then
when you will reach the point of the confession
stop whispering
and kneel in front of me
i am your love
your sin, and your redemption
i don’t know past
i don’t know future
i am the last verse of an unknown psalm
and the forever ardor
captured in between your palms

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Adam’s sin #poem #poetry

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a canary sings
nuptial interludes
your flesh pays its tribute to some other lovers
transitory birds
come and go like seasons
noisy V-shaped flocks
i sigh
then i listen to a monk who reads
from a book of psalms
rings sleep on my fingers
arabesque designs shiver on my skin
pastel sunsets whisper in the winter’s sheen

 

i walk through your dreams
soaked in poetry, baptized by your verses
your heart adorns my chest
(work of ancient minters)
your lips burn my rings, and with them my fingers
agonizing wings toll bells in the air
i go for your veins, my hands rip your shirt
everything’s a dream
at the edge of silence
mirrors sleep and grin

 

you’re forever mine!
do you think i joke?
wait!
here’s the silver coin which can get you off

 

ah,
that’s what i thought
you would never take it
in the lovers’ bed monasticism’s asleep
a cat purrs on my thigh
your eyes become my eyes
my skin tastes like sweet pie
see, why Adam was so keen to sin?
for hidden in deep waters
You is always I
even in a dream

 

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all is left of me #poetry #poem

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swollen seas bite my wrists

upbraided winds haul in the room

black birds are eating from my soul

hands peel laces from my skin

i empty drawers looking for that day

what day?

there are no days

for days are nights

 

you know,

since you have left

my body’s buried under an old oak

there are no pictures on the walls

i lost the bedroom’s key

the bracelet from the silver market

is all is left

of me

 

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Dream #poem #poetry

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“There are only as many realities as you care to imagine”

Lawrence Durrell, Balthazar

 

Covered by a sea of white lilies I lie in bed like felines lie in grass.

A cube of ice attempts in desperation not to melt inside an empty glass.

The night’s long fingers feverishly drop you on my left side.

Disoriented I turn and look at you.

Your hands get stuck in my hair like bunnies in a trap.

My silver icons sick with shyness cover their eyes.

*

Your touches wake me up

My nails aim at your shoulders

Soft vowels change the time

I start thrilling my Rs

Eros plays his dice

The planets change direction

There is no turning back

Our bodies feed on trees

Rivers stretch like cats

The air is drunk with roses

The stars are drops of blood

Exhalations of hot summers

Tie our souls into a forever knot

*

You on my left side?

Is this a dream or what?

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