Wings Poem by Luca Menin

Wings, like curtains' float,
beneath the morning clothes
Blow the wind like breath
fading on the nest of wools' clouds.
Fire crackle dancing flames at the sun watch.
The morning arms embrace,
the warm nature, starving the day of whitening light,
and at the laugh of your body, trembling at my touch.

I shall find pearls of shells
kissing your roseate breasts
dress by leafs of nubile trees.
Enfold my breath, on the river of your neck,
softly sailing your lips.
So that naked, rising from your spine,
it will make you shine like a chandelier of jewels.

Now the room prays at the light,
at the side of the bad, cold like steel
dizzy like flocks of roses, under the weeping elms.

Your eye's thief s, oh young girl, that stole my heart.
Indiscrete you carry that brat golden smiles, of my youth memories
when my hands whisper like webs, tickling your face.
Hiding on corns fields, of scruffy kisses.