Modern Love Xii Poem by Liberatore Suffoletta

We shall lose
even our shadows.
No one! , No one!
shall see us
holding hands
this afternoon
seeking
that wooden
rest
while
the blue night
falls
on the world
from a window
of sadness.
I have seen
the celebration
of the sunset
on distant hills

Sometimes,
like money
burning a hole
in my pocket
a slither of sun
escapes from
my closed
hands

I remind you
of the sadness
which your
closed soul
knows me by.




So, where were you?
Among which people?
Speaking what words?
Because I sold love
letting it
gallop away
sadly and
I feel blue.

I threw away
even the feast
that is always
eaten
at a funeral
to my favorite
dog rolling
at my feet

Because,
always!
always!
you become distant
in the afternoons
moving toward
that pyre
which
is carried away
evaporating
statues