Erika Conti Poems

If Chaos Loves the Lovers
Like I think
It Does
Molecules Floating
...

i'm a puppet
in the hands of
Love
in a dance
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A just heart
can be cold
and cry silent tears
She kneeled her gaze
...

geometrical immediate patterns reflecting atavic schemes of perfection.
to polish the diamond of self.
to find the perfect light
shining in tune with the sun
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If I don't say a word
it doesn't mean
that I'm not deeply hurt
If I don't claim your love
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and the simple thought of You
inspires this world
in beautiful ways
to more grace
...

to touch your heartbeat
to slide my ear against yours
to feel your hair
with my hair
...

don't leave my hand
squeeze it tighter
catch me firmer
when i need to fall and forget
...