Modern Love Xlviii (Words That Are Not Twice Said) Poem by Liberatore Suffoletta

In closeness there is a secret edge,
Nor love nor passion can pass above,
Let lips with lips be joined in silent rage,
and hearts be burst asunder with love.
Heart be free and know not,
the slow languor of the call.

who strive to reach this edge are mad,
who arrive with anguish are hard -
and know why beneath your hand
you do not feel the beating of my heart.

There are words that are not twice said,
I said them once, and lost all my senses.
Only two things that never reach their end –
The sky’s blue and the earth’s mercy