Bleached Rainbow

Blossoms of words, poems for whom?

Flowers dried out in a faraway road.

A delicate spring that came too late,

or maybe too soon or never for you.

Unshaped feelings are slowly walking

through the apathy of an old, empty me.

Our walls are as high as this murky sky,

I reached the Moon, and I am alone in it.

We are a cup of tea that I already drank,

too warm to be tasted, it burned my lips.

You wanted to erase my feelings, the truth,

deleting the memories, even those of a kiss.

I’ll take a drug, the risk, whatever works on me.

My sensory system is off, wasn’t this your aim?

I feel like a forgotten fruit that you won’t eat,

A man is in love, but that's not you, of course.

Endemic fishes will be soaked in a Soulless sea,

Foregoing hankering boats landing in my harbour.

Your eyes will look at me like warm, short sun rays.

I will be there as the highest tree of the rain forest.

Look at the grey rainbow that shows hundred shades

I'll just seat, enjoy the present, the rest doesn't exist.

12th September 2017, Marina Romea

© Illustration by Marie Doerfler

Skada

Swallow the rocks, burn the world,

be the absence of a wordless book.

In a nowhere place, you swim in silence

while feelings are being eaten by sharks.

Desperation is far away from any fear,

you won't need your senses here.

Read my poem, run after my cold tears

and reach the lonesome town I am in.

2nd of September 2017, Rome

What's Enough?

My core feelings are the only certainty I can trust, that's enough.

Your smile makes me reconsider steady priorities, that's enough.

A moment with you is where I want to be someday, that's enough.

I listen to cyclical stories and a few cynical thoughts, that's enough.

We talk about society, relations, humanity and love, that's enough.

Intense discourses of all topics lasts days and nights, that's enough.

I won't lose my spontaneity, don't ever lose yours, that's enough.

I am Rachel, you are Tom we could play foolish roles, that's enough.

Give me a dog's muzzle, listening eyes, observing ears, that's enough.

My complete attention is yours you will not bore me, that's enough.

A cheerful, grief, optimistic, tragic Circadian rhythm, that's enough.

Smoke opium in Asia in the mist of a rough act of lust, that's enough.

You can arrange sounds and keep for yourself words, that's enough.

Be part of the world we live in until my time runs out, that's enough.

Trust me, dance without grace, laugh at my silly jokes, that's enough.

I won't ask you anything, but I will desire everything, that's enough.

Never feel 'not being enough', as long as it's you, that's always enough.

1st of September 2017, Rome

© Illustration by Delia Hamer