Modern Love Cii Poem by Liberatore Suffoletta

You got those
hands of yours
To hammer wood
Cherish art
Feel the sea swell
opening your heart
stubborn rivers refusing
to co-mingle with the sea
You hold your own
dew at dawn
rain in the desert
fashion a book
empty a glass
capture my elbow
swallow me each time
like distance, I grow
then disappear in them.
Later,
you cook your dinner
handle your day
hold your ground
and give me a clap
About “memory emerges
from the purple night.” or
“childhood laments echo
in cauldron of memories”
or “the black horse of sorrow
swallowed.”
those hands raise a vase
of infinite oblivion
shattering the solitude
that your arms hold.
First there is desire, thirst
then comes hunger,
fruit, grief, ruin,
the miracle.
Ah hands, the soul of your salt,
the sails of your arms
the hungry desire
of zigzagging fingers.
mad pressure of hope and fate
where eternity merges and despairs.
Amid tenderness, silent as tip toeing clouds
Among words scarcely forming on your lips.
piers for the voyage of longing,
Hands whose fingers become lions