Quattrocchi

Mai soli,

never alone.

Touching shoulders at a train station,

A habitat of travel that possessed an aura

that begged you to stay.

One judged another

over the frivolous styles of

a person's essence.

My poor temperament

was aroused when you

asked to sit in a room packed

with claimed seats.

Might be this is how

my attention was caught first—

captivated first.

Sono pazzo di te,

I'm crazy about you.

While I unsuccessfully attempted

to continue to ignore you,

it was ever difficult,

not to stare.

You would later ask how,

Why,

I glared so directly into those eyes,

before you pushed yourself

inside me.

Nostalgia of an affectionate

good morning.

The earth dances like you,

with open arms and a song,

steering rising grace of the sun,

nuzzling the neck of the sky,

serenading the worries

of a fading newness

with the security of a ballad

of humanity.

That every heart beats to

these lyrics,

That every soul sways,

with the ocean, to his voice,

That tune that beckons us

from our resting comfort,

encouraging and awakening

enthusiasm.

Ill and imperfect, but

you begged to kiss me, still.

Sei un dono,

you are a gift.

Your lips embracing every

piece of my face.

Washed my neck and

tasted my teeth, beside

a softheartedness which

could only come from a matching

ragged edge vitality.

Alarms whistled reminders

of your coming departure.

Life allowed us only—

only a moment with

each other.

And how disappointing that is...

Just a moment more,

Please?

Per sempre,

forever.

But here, look outside,

be it outside,

caught in a snowstorm.

The beautiful gifts of reality

are provided for the men

who order them.

What is there to lose?

Luce mia,

my light,

rolling around on the floor.

And your underwear

wet with readiness.

Facciamo l'amore,

let's make love.

There was no excuse, but

every reason to see me

naked.

Always swearing off the sweet touch of men

until their dripping mouth

lays out your secrets

in their shocking wholeness.

How late it is already...

Ti adoro,

I adore you.

While I had hoped to blame

this all on you,

somehow I still found myself

wishing you'd stay.

Here's your forgotten jacket.

I purposely didn't tell you,

in case you didn't purposely leave it.

Per sempre insieme,

forever together.