Touch

"Touch"

by m. paolo macariola

our arms brushed

in the moist of the afternoon;

our first touch,

the first kiss of the holes

on our skin,

where breathes sea currents

nurtured by the smiling sun.

the pichi pichis

you held could have felt

the tremors, the undersea volcanoes

inside my chest,

erupting...

into the moist of the afternoon

sprinkled like sand

on our arms

when they touched into earthquakes

from our colliding

continents

Charon

"Charon"

by m.paolo macariola

immortal are the

withered roses that you held,

my beautiful corpse

like an oath

to kiss the grave of his lips,

filled with the worms of promise,

his arms are the abyss.

where the crows await.

i could be your pallbearer,

your charon,

to sing of the end,

chant it:

immortal are the withered roses,

you will be at one with them...

i will take you there,

to be imprisoned in hades,

where you would rot near me

drowning

in the worms of his embrace.

but first you must be

at one with the crows

-- you must be stripped of your flesh.

the bell of crows accompany

your march,

towards the end, the beginning of it,

where awaits your coffin of thorns,

your finale,

where you would finally depart

with an oath...

and so i leave with mine:

to swim in a sea of skeletons,

to throw myself at the crows,

to be void of a heart,

to rot,

to die

as you kiss his lies

I, Charon shall await

the coming of crows,

your fall to hades

Midnight waltz

"midnight waltz"

By m.paolo macariola

we once again take part

in this hopeless dance

ascending and descending

endless stairways

of heartbeats

and in-betweens,

we lose shadows,

shapeless

like the waning clock

striking towards dawn.

above us,

ogling stars bury

themselves behind clouds,

our hands dig up flesh.

we chase gasping echoes

with hushed whispers,

our bodies imitate waterfalls,

water against water,

spiraling into chambers of circles

that outline our

perfect waltz.

slowly we push for

the final steps,

breaking the last shards

of moonlight,

drowning out heaven

with the last treble of waterfalls,

we catch the last fragments

of darkness with

our fingertips,

and grasp the true meaning

of dawn.

Succubus

"Succubus"

By m.paolo macariola

My succubus

have you been

sleeping with

mortals again?

sneaking from the darkness,

under the bed

your luscious lips

opened up and

swallowed the night,

the whole of it

Charm me with your poetry,

your undying cliches

i am the devil

and

tonight we dance in hell

and its euphoric flames.

persuade me with your lines,

your lies,

your malicious tears

but there is no sympathy,

my succubus

have you

been sleeping

with mortals again?

Gambit

"Gambit"

by m.paolo macariola

We raise the ante as

the city lights come

to life

you bluff affection

continuously

raising

and reraising

Flirtations

until....

all in

gambles everything

and dares me

to call on your advances

Stranger Aphrodite

"stranger aphrodite"

By m.Paolo macariola

A yard

of galaxies

could have

hovered

between us

contracting

and

expanding

like blackholes

pulsing

into the heart

of space

but....

we

could no more

than specks of dust

you and i

drifting aimlessly

into

distant oblivions

we depart

nameless

like the ancient stars

--For her, a stranger still

Sodom and Gomorah

"Sodom and Gomorrah"

By m.Paolo macariola

I.

We revel

with the

gods of sodom

in our profound

nakedness

partaking in

insatiable rituals of

sacrifice

--and longing

legs spread,

thirsting for fire.

II.

To assume

forgiveness is to

come face to face

with the cold sunrise

In our desolate

nakedness,

we thirst for what is

insatiable

and revel in the dust.