0 In Poetry

In Silence


Lost in the sweet unsealing of your lips
a quiver passed through my skin,
the shiver of the rock
caressed by the slow flow of the waves.

Captured by the memory of your embrace
the thought of your distance
was cold on my skin,
as cold as the rock
that the waves of the ocean crash upon
in the breath of the northern wind,
in tempest.

And in that smile,
when the colours of the horizon
stole your eyes,
you left me breathing in frozen immobility…
in silence.

Percorsi Interiori/Inner Paths, 2007
~ Anna Ciardullo Villapiana ©

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