Luca Menin Poems

Old movie morning...
The sun barely breathes, silver & grey colours.
Black & white grass heads, crying dew tears.
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My hand caresses intimately.
Playing harps, with tight memories of my early dreams of 'love
Entranced by the solid walls of hot baths and steam
My Eyes reversed, white,
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Silent, amazement.
Conceal mirrors places
Confused reality,
astonish heart cry.
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Chasing the endless horizon.
The eyes of sun shape.
The sand glow dunes celebrate.
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Orange eyes of owl treasure, observe the night.
Seahorses pulling ships and pirates' sharks.
In my head like a sponge bath.
Absorbing mountain high views.
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In that mischievous room,
stand a chair meant to share.
Who 's would have said?
My endless days, on her soft contact,
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Shape of everything, made of black reflection.
Contrasted from the yellow sun on the bricks' wall.
Body without face, passage without a view.
Figure that you cannot interview.
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Hacking emotions, wear a mystic coat.
Heart of violet colour,
vine grapes mature.
Running wine of ecstasies and absence.
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Nets dropping from rumours cold sky, star lives
Like burns falling fingers, of trusted hands from the sun.
Slow and distort.
In this place, of crispy bones
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