Your breath sends
shivers down my spine
each taught hair;
tuning each
violin string to
high pitched notes,
to gentle sins
of dew blessed
white roses plucked
firmly out of
their earthly
bosom: chalice
of rosen,
black soul-bled tears.
They all flush
my fears and pains
sinking them
to the molten
tampering time's
march through this
barren land of
breeze-shaped bumps
heated by this
feeble heart:
ecstatic to
such soft dabs.

by Daniele Pinna

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