Where are you!? by Stefano Donno

 













... That does not seem to listen or lukewarm ardor dormant
or worse, the stirring of the obvious ecstasy into disuse
yes I love you I love you for your limbs stretched in the pleasure of absence
for that your silent cry stinking of prayers and supplications
or visceral hatred in rejecting the accusations and why not ...
in denigrating my shortcomings ...