I am somehow your body, your skin, your perfume,
I feel it every time your presence burns in my heart
you are the lie that rows in my seas,
my luck in the fight for your divine love.

You open the holes in my sacred masks.
and you allow me to plant fish in the aquariums of your eyes,
I am your body.
somehow I am your soul.

I navigate in the rivers of your veins, I flaunt it every night.
you are my representation in millenary theaters.
and I know that sometime, I will also be your ashes.

I caress the hair you lend me in the dark prisons of the hours,
you always allow me to wake up in your lips,
you leave me alone there in your body, after all it is the body of both of us.

The images that illustrate my poetic texts are free to use and are generally taken from the PIXABAY page, unless otherwise stated.

My poetry is not based on any rule, in fact I have never studied forms of poetic expression, I only express my feelings, my experience and what I see and in my daily walk, I relate what I write with my pictorial work and I think that life without creation is a very simple life, art in all its expressions is a form of encouragement, a food for the soul every day.