by Marcello Comitini
In your eyes I breathe the flavors of life, the warmth of the sun that lurks in your breasts, the silver of the moon kissing your knees. I wait in silence for your caress to make my body feel like pleasure. I come after you and I snuff in the air the scented aroma of your hair of brown nipples and your hands that move the sky with their fingers. I lyse your feet like two lukewarm feathers just fallen into the nest of my hands. You smile at me and throw me a star in the bowl full of my desires.