For Reb
Tu e nulla di nuova
ma ache di cuore
Selvatici cosa
Nothing much now
but a wild moon
A hidden star
Sound
of our voices
Scratching
against
the dark
Affection
is never
accidental
Affinity
is never
incidental
You take
what you
want
The faces
of you
So
nonchalant
Then blank
Then gone
Like a
wild thing
You were
all
along
Is love a thought?
Pleasure sought?
In the wild
we forgot
Nulla di male
piu di niente
Selvatici cosa
Wild things say
Stay in your heart
Let no one in
Live inside
Stay apart
You and I
once had
all the hours
in the world
We were
wild things
Unfettered
Unfurled
love
Coming apart
Crashing
and true
You
beside
yourself
Me
inside
you
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