Mauro Montacchiesi

Magical infinite treasure chest of Lov

I walk
on a shoreline
at night
I strangely sense
scent of wisteria
Is it synesthesia?
I don't know!
Cirrus trees pause
among arabesques of indigo sky.
A boat rocks
sleepily
the cove is twinkling with stars.
I turn
behind me
a distant world
the past
the present
unreal illusions
a boiling quiver
a reverberation of youth
inhibitions
complexes!
Those years
precious emeralds
I chased chimeras
without perhaps knowing
what they were.
In the heart the flavor returns
the spell of lips
brushed
bitten
and still
tenderly brushed.
The stillness
glides over the world
waiting
of a new
joyous dawn.
My eyes take off
toward an abstract universe
with a throbbing heart
like deer
running
among the aromas
of rupestrian inlays.
The universe
tonight
is a whirlwind
that resurfaces relics
of a polychrome cynicism.
The sadness
of uninhabited galaxies
smells of a patchouli
coolness of the soul
the dim glare of stars
seems the breath
of a waterfall
of a sap
of filaments
of silver.
The heart has flown away
into a world
of fantasies
of desires
take a pause
the emotions
that sculpt the night
but immediately
They come screaming back.
When I was twenty years old
love was
a delirium in the archway
to a zephyr
wild
psychedelic
like a Van Gogh
like hallucinated ecstasy
explosive mixture
of an overwhelming
romance
of a warm
august night
magical
infinite
treasure chest of Love.