I Love You
I could say "I love you,"
but would my words convey
the depth and breadth
of a thousand lovers? What if I were
to speak them in my native tongue,
"Ti amo," would it be as though Cupid
himself were holding you in his arms?
Words are just words if they don’t
carry the weight of meaning,
and I mean to love you.
A Fiery Night
Do you remember that night?
Your smile was radiant, a glow
envied by the gods. Your laughter,
ever contagious, filled the room
like a warm summer breeze. You
glanced at me several times before
I mustered the courage to return
the gaze. And when our eyes
locked, the embers of my heart
stirred, and my life was set ablaze.
I Choose to Love
I did not choose to love
out of obligation, or some chivalrous
duty to care for a woman;
nor did i choose so i‘d have
someone to warm my bed
on winter’s bleak nights.
No, listen to my voice, amore mio,
my love, for it carries the depth
and breadth of Cupid’s passion,
of all the lovers who’ve come before,
and who have yet to be struck
by your dazzling beauty.
I chose to love because your
gaze sparkled and shimmered
like the velvety sands of Marina
di Pescoluse, and your sultry
words reminded me of the Ponente
breezes of southern Italy.
Listen, tesoro mio, my treasure,
I chose to love because without
you my world would crumble,
and be swallowed up by the seas,
for I could not bear to live another day
without those glittering green eyes.
The Burning
I felt your fire breathing
from across the room. The closer
I ventured, more profound its fervor.
Powerless to resist, my soul seared
in a heated embrace. Though
scorched I may be, better to endure
a thousand fiery deaths than live
another night in the cold.
Neurons and Desire
There are more than three thousand
sensory neurons in a single fingertip,
nerve endings that send some of the
strongest signals back to the brain.
When my fingers trace the curves
of your body, it ignites every neuron,
transmitting a wildfire of sensations,
burning everything in its wake.
You Are Made of Stars
Our bodies entwined
beneath the blanket
I'd laid by the roaring fire,
the lust still clung, glistening
in the flame's glow. Your warmth
seeped into my heart,
and I vanished into the night,
voyaging the starry skies,
zooming past constellations,
seeking the origin
of your dazzling light,
a beauty not of this world.
Sing to Me
The first note was all it took.
Then came the pluck of the strings,
and the world dissolved
as I focused on your song,
a sweet awakening of the heart.
Harmonies cascaded, echoing
within my cavernous chamber
where nobody dares tread,
yet your music found the doorway,
and without delay, I opened.
You Are Not Alone
Love came to me
on the wings of a gentle
breeze, words spoken
in a language long-vanished,
last heard when laughter
filled these cavernous halls.
She cradled me and whispered,
‘you are not alone.’
Cosmic Collision
I recall the evening
when our eyes first met,
though not the initial meeting,
it was the moment when the tranquil
night sky erupted. Our galaxies converged
and lit up the universe, countless stars
intertwined with vividly hued clouds
of dust and gas, all locked in a tidal attraction,
the gravitational pull an unstoppable force,
the cosmic collision a dazzling display,
forever changing the very
essence of our being.
The Glorious Storm
You loved me
like a glorious summer storm,
startling my world
as suddenly as the flash
of lightning heralding the rumble.
Weighted skies opened up,
floodgates unleashed a deluge
that engulfed all
I knew of love,
washing it away
in a torrent of crashing waves.
I am drenched, unrecognizable,
saturated by the warm waters
of your beauty,
yet as abruptly as you arrived,
you were gone,
and now I find myself
sorting through the rubble
you left behind.