Modern Love Ii Poem by Liberatore Suffoletta

Body of modern woman,
mango freeze hills,
muscular thighs
covered with frost,
Appearing in your dress
of independence
to everyone.
My uncouth
peasant body's
desires, undermined
and startled you
into creating
a silent waterfall
in your sex's
secret sacred subterfuged
depths.
When I stroll cats,
dogs, birds, family
keep away
and within my world
a conquering invasion
in full nightmarish force,
rages.
To live again,
I forged and fabricated
a coat of arms, you,
my weapon,
like an poison arrow
on my broken gut quiver,
like a stone
in my somnambulistic
Judaic slingshot.

Feminine body of corral skin,
of heady and frugal pinot noir;
I hold ceramic vases filled by
your tiny milkfish breasts,
your mindfulness staring eyes,
your nocturanal reddish pubis,
your sad and fearful thoughts.
your black and green words.

Ah, penetrated naked love,
continue your graceful journey,
You know well,
a male's fecund desires,
a soul's hyleish thirst,
a mind's limitless addictions,
a spirit's socialist religion,
a labyrinthine journey
of forking positivism
upon evolving river beds
where eternal thirst dwells
and weariness continues
a long days journey
into conquering night.

Ah, for a blissful moment
we meet,
in mythological time