SENSATIONS

There was a silence
that cut the night
in a soft melody of goodbye
magnetized bodies
seeking only
the longing for pleasure

There was a kiss
wet, half-broken
that rubbed on the lips
the uncontrollable fear
in the acid saliva
hiding the senses

There was a word
hanging in the air
between parted lips
and the surprised expression
between the delirium of nothing
in the connected sweaty hands

There was desperation
in mismatched gestures
in the eagerness of search
shattering truths
naked bodies in bed
depleted of emotions

There was a semblance of hope
in that sideway smile
that expression of love
forgotten in the face
that appeared by chance
in the dark room


Mary Fioratti

THE REASON AND THE HEART

This morning
when the silence wraps me
I seek rational answers for this feeling….
and I think why reasoning
if in the silence of the night
we only hear our hearts?
you leave and I hug your absence
your body tepid with desire like mine
At this moment
I want to forget the anguish
and make you understand only
that the moment our lifes crossed
something happened
it doesn’t matter the differences
while the mind thinks
the body feels
do not put your thoughts
on a clipboard
do not delay in life’s equations
adding or subtracting
our differences
do not be lost studying
our bodies biology
when the chemistry
surpass any argument
dive today in this intense feeling
of trembling bodies
and stuttering emotion
be aware of this joyous moment
when the heart beats
oh! What love is this? that thumps in my ears
with its whispers
and brings this desire so big
of making you happy
now lay your head on my shoulders
free your dreams
leave your heart in my arms
if our paths crossed
if our eyes met at this so far
it’s because
there was a reason


Mary Fioratti

WHEN I THINK OF YOU

When I think of you
I feel like a mild chill
making a pathway
on my back
and comes to die
on the smile of my lips
my eyes become serene
as if staring at a cloud
hanging in the sky
it seems I see you coming smiling
with open arms and right steps
taking me in your arms
kissing my mouth
looking at me without promises
When I think of you
stars fall as soft rain
on the sidewalk of my heart
Then the sun comes out
and shines almost golden
behind that enchanted mountain
where my loneliness lives
there is an intertwine of fingers
touches of caresses
and mischievous kisses
of bodies seeking sensations
When I think of you
my soul starts singing softly
And I get this look
this ethereal expression
of someone who forgot everything
and only remembers to dream

Mary Fioratti

DISGUISE

tear that insists in
balancing on the eyes
and stunts
back to its origin
and when the throat
swallows dry
and the heart
is pained in a spasm
it comes back
flooding the iris
and stays strongly secure
priceless and absolute
to the world’s invisible eye
tear that insists
to be shown
emotion reluctant
to be exposed
words almost written
but deleted
and the tear
persists flickering
insecure
painful
waiting
.
.
.
for the pain to go away
but in an innocent oversight
stumbles in my sobs
and rolls
down in my face




Mary Fioratti

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