I love you

You cannot move
hampered as you are,
your position, my lips,
I am so much on top of you,
glued to each other, sweat,
your legs are in the way,
even if you wanted to,
you are prevented from closing them,
and the pleasure is yours,
the thought mine –
that, however, I decide,
with my elbows and forearms
I am squeezing your sides,
my hands powerfully grasp
your chest, not to harm you,
I draw close, just enough for both of us,
we know,
I ask, I listen to you,
ear and mouth,
female and male, perfect,
winged quadruped,
and you so open to me,
breathless flight,
listen, look, there, I love you,
in this world and the one to come.

© Copyright 2023 Mauro Giovanelli “Seventy-nine writings or thereabouts”, life, love, death and the usual” – 2a edizione febbraio 2023 – Translation Italian-English: Philip Mc Court.