Rita Cerniglia Poems

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Your truth burns my lips, so I take little sips,
gradually, by degrees, coming to grips.
Holy Water from your faucet drips.
Like lies from lips,

No Longer Falling For Icarus

Though lust
like lava
runs through my veins

Achilles' Heart

You have not learned to peel the fruit,
Smells of a life lived good.
Exciting excess makes your mind pollute
Each tangible of food.

Your Love Is Like My Summer Tan

That makes me more colorful to others than I am.
You coat the empty hours, the failing tongue,
The fear of mediocrity and slipping youth.
You make me glamorous in the eyes of some.

Morning Tea

'Do you have a special tea in mind? '
She asks me every morning.
I never have tea on the mind,
much less in the morning,

What Has The Night To Do With Sleep?

Heart-Heavy clouds lumber low in the sky.
Black is the dress of the evening.
A flock of night swallows pass over my sky.
One I don't know I hear grieving.

Father Figure

Like candles
your image
burns painfully.

Past Tense

Little pale feet so cold and full of flight
tredding across the golden apples of the sand.
Anguish step each black dissolving white,
a surface grey surmounting into bland.

Little Windows With Big Views

What you see is what you choose,
Myopic eyes that squint and blink.
Splitting shadows into twos,
Little Windows with big views.

Eye Sea

We are not so different after all.
O' to be young and to do it all over.
To sing as a dolphin embracing the waves
urgently loving life close to its graves.

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