These kisses of yours I take
like Elora’s wind,
flying planes
a mad blow pushes,
suspicion surrendered here
to my senses so tame.
Red lizard, loose siren
you sat on a lush pale
of enchantment and magic-
Italy-
like a train of thoughts all still.
And that bold look,
on my lips sensations resumes
like an eagle blunt and gentle.
Warsaw is here with me,
in this winter of Europe hidden
even to the eyes of who knows
we’re not just friends.
And with you I fly, just time
to believe losing, shipwreck
in paper and downpour
hanging skies
snowfall that dies
in a Halcyon’s breeze.

Copyright 2000 by Lorenzo Vantaggiato