Liberatore Suffoletta

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

Modern Love Xix (Manhattan Sky) - Poem by Liberatore Suffoletta

In manhattan sky you came as a cloud
the form and color of my desires
You are mine! You are mine!
Sweet lips of woman1
all dreams of eternity
are born in you
The soul of the mauve sun
arises at your porcelain feet
organic bitter herbs
sweeten on your lips
Oh! creator of tragic laments of evening
How lonely dreams believe you are mine!
You are mine! You are mine!
I sing out every window
to the breeze
the unattached wind
drags away my widow voice
Huntress for the depth in my eyes,
Your secure capture,
a nocturnal reflection
grabbed forever
on still water
In my net of song
you are wiggling, my love
my nets of arias are anchored,
like the moon to your thighs
In the summer breeze
from your eyes of joy
i am born,
Universes of dreams
begin
in your eyes
of mourning


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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 28, 2009



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