Pier Toffoletti
1
Your tongue fits me like a muzzle
Navel to the stars I wait for your hands
To dismiss me as if I were sterile
And incapable of transmission
I don’t think you’ve ever loved anyone
And I wonder if I ever could again
I may well have given everything
And you’ve crushed each piece
Fed it into your heart as if a hearse
And buried it miles down
That I should never rise again
2
Your wooden smile, a silent sentry,
Admits so little and favors no one
I circle your head as a vulture
Tracking your dead sinister eyes
Thinking how much better
You’d look without them
How much kinder
For they stand between us now
A barbed-wire fence
I tuck my shredded soul
Into a diary that reeks
Violently of human flesh
Ashamed of the madness
That summons you
Again and again to no avail
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