Lorenzo Costigliolo Poems
A Message To My New-Found Friend, Continued...
, , , and I love you
for what I don’t see of you
your voice through written word
though not a syllable spoken, heard
by none, yet sweet as bird
song ringing through dark silent night
lark of morning singing light
refrains of love songs, sterling bright
as your hidden eyes delight,
your empty lips, like mine,
all too alone
and I love you
for what you see in me
that those with eyes refused to see
I standing here before them still, , ,
they turned away because I do not fit
their fantastic images
of all that they pretended ...
The hunter looking for his prey
took refuge on his tree
waiting - waiting - she on the way?
(The prey was you, the hunter me.)
The huntress looking for her prey
took refuge in her bush
waiting - waiting - night and day!
(The prey was I, you in no rush.)