"A morning vision"
Light in your bright body
driven to hardness
by eyes along the line
of your white thighs,
made wild
by bedtime thoughts
strangely luminous
as calcium.
The principle behind
my calculation
is exploitation,
the diagonal tension
on an official custom,
implying you
knowing nothing.
At last,
collapsed
into these flowered habits
of the petite bourgeoisie,
with your old mother
seated like a doll on the edge of my bed,
wearing a candid apron, you naked
in your angelic posture,
sunk into the armchair.
erminia
http://www.geocities.com/erminia_passannanti/
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