amor, amore, mon amour – mediterranean #poem #poetry

love strikes like the Mistral in Saint-Tropez
winds, hallucinations of pianos,
decide to howl in D major
enigmas move inside the wombs
incubations murmur under the phases of the moon
bewitched, allegories of love raise odes to exasperated nudes
a prophet gazes at a virgin sybil
whose liquid eyes foretold our love in gold
reflections, lava of our souls,
a mirror hangs itself onto the wall in the red room
a phoenix rises
our bodies drown
into the liquid time of the Mediterranean
amor, amore, mon amour
the splendid flesh of a gestating poem
washes our singular and frenzied souls

 

from the series “Mediterranean Love
read more poems from this series here:
Greek summer
Andalusian resurrection
forgotten in the Port of Naples

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image: Gaspar Janos, Shutterstock, [link]

 

come with me to the Mediterranean #poetry #poem

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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Mediterranean Play

 

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

Their souls immersed in subterranean desires

Into the burgundy of wine, let’s dive.

 

Metamorphose me into Cleopatra

The tragic queen of pyramids and lust

Just for one night,

And when the dawn will break

The innocence of our love recast.