Liberatore Suffoletta

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

Modern Love X - Poem by Liberatore Suffoletta

Do you remember that summer day of June,
wearing your reddish pants of lust
while the cool lake’s blue passion coagulated
with wet frozen leaves on the bottom of your soul.
Sometime I wonder why
you attached poppies in my arms
while those dead leaves within you, regained
their distant star voice, as fiery thirst
from its ladder tossed jasmines
over my soul at the well of your ancestor’s.
Sometime, womanl, I wish to re-visit your summer eyes
and your trousers of red delight,
pain full voice and orphaned heart
and sail upon your gondola
toward faithless memory
of being at your doorway,
reserved and discreet,
open to love
enraptured combination
of being, a man,
serene and passionate
open and secret
naked, as always
but revealing an eternal desire,
Yes, woman, sometime in a doorway
revealing your judaic forehead,
your patrician smile,
your mouth taking all my dark angels
with kisses of happiness.
Vanishing like a dream
Like the hot nights
I spent waiting on your sun

I’m just standing in another doorway
calmly, watching,
among green fields
where dew
fills strawberries
where garlands
of your wet breath's kiss.
taste like fall's nameless dead
whirling leaves,
and, I too began to whirl
my dance of death
round your soul.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 28, 2009

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