Modern Love Xiv Poem by Liberatore Suffoletta

The opening between two mountains
anchors the falling half moon
in the sky

The confused night, turns around,
with dark eyes, counting
all the sad stars
in the vastness

Before jealousy carries me
across that valley, I flee
a dawn of metallic blue,
night of lost battles
heart beating
like a bell
in the hands
of a madman


As lightning from the tempest
peels the bark of a tree,
my heart pauses

Come, enter hurricane of furies
wind of energetic cryptic death
destroyer,
toss my world
like rice at a wedding
Rearrange the ancient trees,
from one side to the other,
you will not remain

Yet you, daughter of geysers,
questioner of mists?
You were born among
fall's leaves
of parched burgundy
in this wind,
behind those nocturnal mountains
by the white fire of that moon

Anxious, least you forget
my love
of a thousand touches
I began another journey
where you do not smile

Tempest, that tolls
all the bells
in the valley
turbulent revelery of heartache
who are you touching now?
where are you creating sadness?
you shall continue your journey
of touching all
unattached to drama, agony,
death, or even winter
like the open eyes
of sonambulent dew