Liberatore Suffoletta

Rookie - 8 Points (July 2,1948 / Pettorano Sul Gizio, L'Aquila, Abruzzi, Italy)

Modern Love Vi - Poem by Liberatore Suffoletta

Perhaps this summer, our rainy hike to lightning
on Sunday’s trail of lost sunshine
will invite these words.
for my words to be heard, often,
they burrow deep and are hidden
like the shadow of a groundhog in February’s snow.
At times they bunch into intoxicating rings
To be worn on your porcelain hands
like ruby grapes.
Ah, sad ocean eyes gazing at the harbors garden,
They belong more to you, than I,
and climb like ivy, over your wall
because you are the cause of their greenness.
My words are eloping from this mind of darkness
once so full, like a full moon
hanging on the blue dress of daybreak,
to seduce you.
Before they are wed inside your heart
to the depth of loneliness
inside your heart
and become more relaxed
with my sadness, than even yours.
I wish them to tell you, what I wish to say to you
So you could hear them as I wish you to hear me
“…sunshine calms the wind of anguish
nightmares are best left asleep
You hear other voices in my wounded voice
Wails of ancient mouths, blood of ancient prayers
Love me, do not forget my image
Walk with me, follow me, on those trails of tears.”
But, my words, chose to board your love’s seashell
Waving goodbye, chanting, she is everything, she completes us.
I shall weave from their memory an eternal glove
to warm the icy fingers of your porcelain hands.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 28, 2009



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