Mirror

With a quick gesture
a kiss without moorings
intercepts a person without memory.
Brevity
and the silk of your body
clinging to my skin.
What have you in the eye and ..
. you got heart
Fresh morning dew.
What have you in the eyes e. ..
you got heart
gem of gems.
The look and voice,
your voice ...
light my heart on fire.





content on this page can not be duplicated without permission of the author From the collection of poems by Alfredo d’Ecclesia “almost love poems“