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Poem

Paolo Ruffilli

DESIRE

I think of myself
whose hand caresses
the willing body
lying open to any assault
and meanwhile listen
supine on the throbbing
of your heart
to a voice grating
and squeaking
the word
        “love”.
I think of myself who
quietly counts your
every crevice and bump
known and unknown places,
of myself who prods
and reduces for myself
and chases and hunts
to consider earnestly
the cause
of so much desire.

Desiderio

Desiderio

Penso di me
che frugo con la mano
il corpo arreso e
aperto a ogni assalto
e ascolto intanto,
teso sul tonfo
del tuo cuore,
la voce che cigola
e che stride
pronunciando:
        “amore”.
Penso di me che
conto piano
ogni anfratto e appiglio
scoperta e nascondiglio
tuo di me che punto
e mi assottiglio
e cerco e inseguo
misurandola sul serio
la causa
di tanto desiderio.
Close

DESIRE

I think of myself
whose hand caresses
the willing body
lying open to any assault
and meanwhile listen
supine on the throbbing
of your heart
to a voice grating
and squeaking
the word
        “love”.
I think of myself who
quietly counts your
every crevice and bump
known and unknown places,
of myself who prods
and reduces for myself
and chases and hunts
to consider earnestly
the cause
of so much desire.

DESIRE

I think of myself
whose hand caresses
the willing body
lying open to any assault
and meanwhile listen
supine on the throbbing
of your heart
to a voice grating
and squeaking
the word
        “love”.
I think of myself who
quietly counts your
every crevice and bump
known and unknown places,
of myself who prods
and reduces for myself
and chases and hunts
to consider earnestly
the cause
of so much desire.
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