Come to me
Oh loved one,
Give me your peace,
Your war, your way!
Silently and still
Will be at your bay
Waiting your intense
And inglorious passage,
Like a god in his
Inflamed wild'ness way!
Hopeless and delighted
Like always have been
Will wait for the signal
Of your touch hand,
Filling all these sharp gaps
Left behind by
Your cruel absence,
Hoping to find
Behind this harsh soul
A glinpse of desire and love!
To M. M.
London, 15.09.2008
