A lump in my throat
A feeling of constriction
Unavailing cold sweat
Unquiet mind not impeding
A watering mouth as I stare
At the glass door bar fridge.
Ceres the name
Of the goddess of harvest,
Ceres the label
Of … CONTINUE READING »
Vanilla or World News 07.05.2018
Lava flowing in sweeping meanders
Mantles the paradisian island
Engulfing homes stifling inhabitants
Hawaiian landscapes resculptured,
Under the eyes of doctor-diagnosed
Addicted society to lobotomising compulsions
Connecting through networks murderous shams
Allegedly having a bearing on
Increasing malignant brain tumours … CONTINUE READING »
Study
A concept, an idea, an impulse
Primitive instinct ignited by perceptions
Meandering lands in exploration
Intensifying perspicuous senses,
Pupils gazing earth, scrutinising shades
Espying fungi under shrubs, edible berries
From poisonous ones, taste buds fruits
On towering trees learning to … CONTINUE READING »
Blowing shapes
Undergoing a sea of change
it fluctuates modelling shapes,
sinuous guises of innate fantasy
creativity of burning leaves,
once emerald green then cropped
exsiccated for the pleasure of some
willing to renounce a touch of vigour
to indulge in a … CONTINUE READING »
The Handicap
I was asked last night at a book
Existence-exalting presentation which
Handicap I deemed the most
Eminently enfeebling of all.
A hindrance to a journey we call life
With no havering nor cunctation
Extempore concept conviction
I answered ‘Loss of … CONTINUE READING »
The larcener
You stole three
puny kisses from my lips
I did not push
you away as you held
my jaws in your fingers
my reason lost in streets
and avenues missing feelings
closed in coffers from far
too long in seclusion… CONTINUE READING »
Attack me
Come sit close to me
in front of me lay
your piano fingers on the keys
of a body let your mind
immerse into me relax
your hands feel my softness
under tips ruled by intentions
inhale stroke me gently… CONTINUE READING »
Coffee stain
Pretending to be wandering
a gaze pierces through me
stabbing spades several times
I sense a purpose ignoring reason.
Is there something on my face?
On my nose a coffee stain?
Am I too shabby for his tie?
Does my … CONTINUE READING »
Mare’s nest in Ischia
I just realised I have resisted two
months and a half since I last
allowed my mind to think of you
not long enough envisaged more
yet again you landed,
invaded my intentions with violence
owing to the roman conqueror… CONTINUE READING »
Shower embrace
Each drop
of you never ceases
to enthral me
takes me
to the realms
of the unfathomable
beginnings
when concealed
in meteorites even you
ignored
the myriad sensations
you would provoke
on a planet
eager to absorb
every single globule… CONTINUE READING »