Modern Love Viii (Drunk Firefly) Poem by Liberatore Suffoletta

Funny, drunk on honey,
black firefly
you jump into my soul
disappearing
as slow spirals
of orange mist

I am desperate,
a mindful word
not echoed
by your lips,
where everything
gets lost,
while listening
to the last creak
of anxiety as
my mooring cable
snaps and the
anchor is lost
at the pier
to your eyes

You are the final
rose
in my desert

Silence, Ah!
Closes,
the depths
of your eyes
where
the fluttering night
undresses
your timid statue
of blue green
lined marble.


The night wings
of blackness
flutter towards
the silent depths
of your closed eyes
while your arms
become morning
lilacs,
touching your
thigh hidden rose
which the dew
awakens.

White snails
appear round
the dark
of your eyes
talking of the
peaceful firefly,
now dreaming
in your belly.

Silence, Ah!

Solitude is born
whenever you
are absent, here

It rains.

Nomadic hawks seek
the currents of
the wind of the hills.

Quickly, the rain
water runs
shoeless down
the dirt roads.


From the sky,
the clouds,
like drunks
complain
about the sun.

Still intoxicated,
absent firefly
you continue to dance
in the mauveness of my soul.
Transmigrating this time,
into someone long,
thin and quiet.

Silence, Ah!