THE TEMPEST
I was that Wolf,
I was that fierce beast to
you, more than anyone else,
n' you were not the rabbit
masked girl with an eaten
heart, you where the
nereid-octopuss: black eyelash
and cluster of blue-diamonds eyes.
your hand caressing my snout:
you loved and I have feasted
on you, feeding myself as
voracious as a thin brained
ship taking over the sea...
"Nessuna risposta"
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QUANDO TORNÒ A PARLARE
PoetryCosa penseresti se ogni settimana, dopo dieci anni di silenzio, il tuo primo amore ti recapitasse in qualunque modo, una poesia o un racconto dedicato a te? Cosa faresti di quelle poesie, le leggeresti? Quei racconti li vivresti davvero col cuore op...
