THE MYSTERY OF LOVE

The mystery of love
is hidden deep in the soul
in a swallowed sight
in a lost look
a distance

The mystery of love
is stored in flaming hearts
in a body that asks for caresses
in extended hands
in the absence of words

The mystery of love
is not written in books
but engraved in skin inscriptions
shinning with the sweat of struggle
surrendering submissive

The mystery of love
is on a wet mouth kiss
in the silence that happens
between sighs and sobs
in the hand that rouses

The mystery of love
is in not knowing
just a release of senses
no questions, no answers
interpreting gestures

The mystery of love
combines with the unknown
love it! there is no plausible explanation
for the mad and audible beats
of a racing heart

The mystery of love
is in the look given
in the body that softens
in the languid look that pierces the soul
in a moment you can’t forget

Mary Fioratti

LEND ME YOUR HEART

lend me your heart
let me feel it for a moment
inside my chest
I want to hear it beating
feel all the emotion
in your life clock
silent I want to hear
what your soul whispers
your mourn, your fears
laugh with your joy
delight with your secrets
I want your beating heart
just for a moment
inside my chest
cry with your sorrows
understand that anguish of yours
feel your tears in my face
your smile in my mouth
drink all your dreams
lend me your heart
so it can pump blood in my body
wash my veins
erase my pain
make me pure soaked emotion
I want to close my eyes
and thrilled feel your life
in my hands

Mary Fioratti

I KNOW MY LOVE, I KNOW

I know my love, I know
I know so many things I do not tell you
so many guessed silences…..
would love for you one day to know
everything I know
without even pronouncing the words

When you arrive, guessing your mood
I know everything that your shoulders carry
I see in your eyes - like a movie
your anxieties and all your fears
and in the middle of this immense sourness
I sense the simulation of tenderness

I know my love, I know
hard times, everything so difficult
so complicated! and we follow our life
tailoring our dreams, dreaming of the future
life going so fast and no time to reason
this silly jealousy this storm
paying attention to unimportant facts
when there are so much more to think about

I know my love, but you know
after all when you hold me
my head resting on your chest
and you stroking my hair so gently
my lips softly touching your face
in the comfort of your chest I forget everything
this moment for me is almost sacred
I lift my face slowly
and look at your semi distant expression
lost in your thoughts

I guess by the blinking of your eyes
or by the contraction of muscles in your face
at this moment the silent communion
of our most secret thoughts
show me more, much more
than all the of your childhood stories
or those old pains

I know my love, I know - no need to explain
it’s all explained to me by your caressing hands
that sweetly stroll my back
these hands that unbutton my dress
and with closed eyes strip me
awakening all my senses

in this moment so many things I do not tell you
when the silence of our gaze
and in the mimic duet of our motions
I close my eyes gently and fall silent

Mary Fioratti