IN THE SILENCE OF THIS MORNING

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

IN THE SILENCE OF THIS MORNING

in the silence of this morning
your face is painted
with the brushes of my retina
and the blinking of my eyes
when my eyelashes
give a last touch
to the final frame
of my dreams

your face
will always be
on the wall of my senses
where I envision your remembrance
in my deepest desires
you will always bring
through my thoughts
this numbness in my body
this sensation of abandonment
of wanting to be yours
 to cling to your body
 to look into your eyes
and kiss your lips
with eagerness
and surrender my body
full of  submissive caresses
whispering nonsense
in your ears

in the silence this morning
when the most absolute truth
 arise in my chest
I look at this picture
where your bright and sweet eyes
look into mine
and your smile, ah! that smile of yours
enters into my heart
ripping a path of rainbow
vibrating the colors
inside my chest
with that old and so strong
known emotion

Mary Fioratti

Reviews

[Art Sun]

this is truly nice work Mary...exceptional I must say...your thoughts within this poem show more than emotion...they show your deep understanding, caring, and joy all bottled together for ...love...very creative my poetic friend