*
A rush to the street
buses crossing
the other way
confusing
.
on the other side
a walk made of millions of breaths
thousands of steps
hundred of thoughts
.
and one worry
being there on time
.
one more
if I may tell the truth
hiding
.
behind rules of
“being respected”
where are you?
.
.
It came the day
———-where I had to be led
as a child
no attention paid
———-in a foggy
feverish condition
about town as if
I had never been there
before.
.
And it’s fine
not as nice as the world
conquered
alone -but- after you
.
——– poured me
.
in such conditions
I could not conquer
an inch or
utter a verse.
.
I could move
around
filling time
yes, filling time already
fearing the day
after tomorrow to be
too close.
.
.
***
.
my wilderness at twilight
.
is such
to mellow out
on cords you play
softly downing as dusk falls
.
ghostly sounds
.
of missing a missing soul
of kisses missed
invite me
to stay
today
.
.
***
.
hey
you do
sing fine
feel my skin
raising to your
touch shaking softly
at the sound your voice
cutting the air as a gloved
hand passing through snow
winter afternoons turning to nights
in darkness waiting silently for your return
.
.
***
.
strings
notes and voices
riding the silent winter sunset
no much color just a blush powered on
darkness standing strong against
people laying down on an end
not rising just lingering
one after another
a bullet or two
your note
a must
miss
me
.
.
.
*
Ottantanove piani non fanno un concerto,
ma una tragedia silenziosa.
.
In tre salgono controsenso verso
una manciata di condannati, la porta bloccata. Un buco
un pugno passa il muro, due visi
appoggiati a una parete
si ascoltano respirare. L’ultimo del piano
racconta, l’incendio infuria contro il cielo, e loro
.
trecento metri per raggiungere terra, duemila scalini
lenti e calmi contro il terrore. Quanti pensieri
silenziosi, prepotenti tra un passo e l’altro, lacrime implose,
fuori cenere, brandelli e corpi
varcavano l’aria, scomposti tetri fuochi d’artificio,
causa del silenzio più abbagliante. Il terrore,
mi hanno raccontato, è bianco.
.
.
.
.
I seek . you drink it in . I wonder . and I swift . what is this new . what we can’t afford . we could . but we rather think we can’t
.
.
Distance . gives me the lost strength . to open faucets . in the comfort . confused . hypnotized. loosing . scattered . words . but those hands . carried melodies . at a painful . startling distance
.
.
I never wondered . really . what was running in your mind . that I . gazing at . the blood richly flowing . on the hills of your hands . a life alone . they sung enchanting . songs . that were buckets . wonder . filled . my eyes . kidnapped
.
.
eyes . follow your countenance . heart . warms at the blushing . and shades . hands up . misunderstanding . embarrassment . I should have grabbed . the occasion . and not let you . hanging there . where . we are not sure
.
.
we feel . and . we tell . but don’t say . too soon . too late . not sure . where . to go . where . to stand . but will work hard . for something . different . than today . unheard of yesterday . that will surprise . us . and will not . feed . anymore . bitter tears . may only joy . water . this beginning
,
.
..
.
you keep back . you say . i read . i wonder . i swallow fear
.
.
locking in silence . melodies . deeper sinking . waiting . hesitant grounds where flights are . vibrating . exploring nocturnal lands . all you need . is . what you move in – vent love
.
.
you move . no telling . you clear paths . for me to walk . petals not briars . i don’t know and . want so bad . your colors to see . lay one finger . to trace your contour . defining desire . arousing . distilled
.
.
distance spoke of safety . and I don’t know . this stranger in me . that . joined to you . felt fear . but they are . and I’m not . some remote . safe addictions . runs you too
.
.
waiting . scary emotions . alarmed bells . desire of denial . craving for more . life is a dangerous ride . i don’t see many cheering for us . lonesome . will we steady the storms . and roots sturdy . we nailed them . within our arms
.
.
it’s a scream . elongated . almost infinite . fearful . howling . of the heart . no more . pain . to collect . there . in the abyss . of identification . of sharing . giving . comforting . letting oxygen in . to survive . longer . the dagger of love . crashing . down on me
.
*
.
It’s the silence -not spoken emptiness
the salty sea caviar sun and iced drinks
all these ones all these chatter
where I left my anchors
while my body seals
wrapped in your gaze
liquid
I found you in the sea you’re
never gone.
.
Roots
I inquire
to a rubber tanned face
breathing the sky in.
.
I long I linger
rolling
veins pumping
to my heart.
Life.
.
– June 28, 2010 –
.
.
**
Becomingly,
cheeks high up
there shapes
of sharp intellect,
far away
.
melancholy of a country
not my own
calling my name
.
I wrinkle to cry
I do not understand
nor can tell but I feel
you.
.
– June 2010 –
.
.
***
So close.
Slightly open
lips inviting
breathing out
a call to the soul.
.
I love as a first
my face so close
reflected and dark,
lively rubbery, I can read
my own eyes.
.
– June 2010 –
.
.
****
In that place
sacred
ground shared
cuddling was with imagination
too sacred for a flow
even water
scared
by the holiness of the moment
trickled
a few syllabus at a time
pauses
as still rocks
as with branches a full tree
on a concrete square
could not reach the roots
its sap
is for another time.
.
– June 2010 –
annamosca 