I shall visit and mark <br />with kisses <br />the soft places <br />on the tanned <br />and white atlas <br />of your body <br />My mouth, a spider <br />sidling, delicately <br />crossing, hungry, <br />thirsty, facing you <br />behind you, <br />searching <br /> <br />The tales I shall tell you <br />dear heart <br />by the breeze <br />of twilight <br />so that you will <br />not be sad; <br />about a swan, a tree, <br />places distant <br />and serene, <br />harvest time, <br />a mature age <br />of fruitfulness <br />Awaiting, <br />in a doorway <br />from whence <br />to love you, <br />the loneliness <br />only crossed <br />by dreams <br />and silence, <br />like two anchored <br />passionate, delirious <br />gondolas, caught <br />between <br />the ocean and the sadness. <br /> <br />Between lips and voice, <br />something dies, my love, <br />something <br />with the wings of a parrot <br />something of desire <br />and of memory. <br />As fishing nets <br />may not hold water, <br />dear heart, at times <br />all that remains <br />is a quivering <br />fragileness <br /> <br />Hopefully, <br />something sings <br />among these words; <br />something sings, <br />something <br />above my spider lips <br />celebrating <br />with the few words <br />of joy, singing, <br />echoing, and fleeing <br />to the greeness <br />like the monastery bells <br />in the valley <br /> <br />Sad tenderness <br />of life <br />what will you <br />suddenly choose <br />to be <br />when you arrive <br />at that icy <br />and frightful <br />moment? <br />will you close <br />like a nocturnal <br />flower, dreaming <br />of the dew?<br /><br />Liberatore Suffoletta<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/modern-love-xvi-the-ocean-and-the-sadness/
