IL RISVEGLIO

yellow incandescent
corrupting black
soft grayscale inside
shutters semi-closed
semi-open eyelids

pink broadcasting
west, blue electric
gentle caress, breeze
blows in, turning
cold, bites sudden

An idea of hope
crisp air, eye bulbs dry
dense dreams, birds
singing above
and around, louder

An impression of
weight, on the same side
one half empty
half almost
waiting, unfamiliar

A roar breaking
silence, tapping 
above crumbling
solid cold against 
warm matter, one body

A memory of intimacy
dusty floor meets bare
feet, absence 
against, unfamiliar
lost in noise

A light beaming 
through, projects city
red iron across 
water, fresh running
down, beginnings

A thought of 
affection, eyes further
down, staircase
smell intense
taste, unexpected

A desire to feel
needs touching
until time ends 
and begins 

Again.