Perhaps one look would be enough for me,
to look at you and find a word:
You swim with mine among things,
say two infinite silences,
put your mouths together,
open the taps,
let our son flood the bedrooms.
May time not depend on the hours,
may only our heartbeats speed us up,
burn the clothes,
sweat thyme,
naked communion with the cast.
Get lost in a fever without memory
let no one rescue us from instinct,
break parodies,
break into pieces ,
residues of an absurd ceremony

INVIA LE CORREZIONI