Blend

Your stare pours sunshine into me
as a long-awaited rush
connects our heres and nows.

I want to be blood
to irrigate your cells,
and feed delusional eternities
through fleeting flesh.

Now feel us shuddering in unison --
I'm bound to you by warmth;
Inside you I'm made whole.

And consciousness hums
so deafeningly;

from pulse
to pulse
it echoes --

red as wake.


Copyright © 2007 Anna Piutti

Thank you

Tonight's heartbeat
is as joyful as
the intermittent glow
of fireflies:

it plays a frantic game
of hide and seek
with love-filled stares;
it mimics seconds, and

the song of our steps
being poured into
the taste buds
of the earth.


Copyright © 2007 Anna Piutti

Good luck

You stand in silence,
frozen by the morning's glow.

You won't record those
red-framed paintings made of
sun and glass.

Impermeable, you won't absorb
pure honey from those
amber leaves:

you'll let them flee your tired
stare; you'll hear them rustling like
a butterfly storm headed nowhere but
towards its own swift splendour
(or perhaps, the iris in my eye).

And all the while you'll smile
like ice, utter to withdraw,
and carry on your strenuous quest
for something
everbright.


Copyright © 2006 Anna Piutti

Interpolation

As you speak
my veins resound
with the rippling voice
of a fibrillating metronome.
A blade-winged moth knocks
from within my chest, begging
for the comfort of my palm.
Now it flutters, now it tingles,
now it screams, “Unchain!”;
and a breath sucks it in
just in time to purge it
of your words
and restore
the rhythm
of self.

Copyright © 2006 Anna Piutti

May

A sky of moss coats lips and
broken breaths and
engines groan before such

traffic lights: eyes feline,
indeed.

The thorny tongues we all so feared
have spread:

forget the key. We’ll thunder through
them hand in hand until we see the
bridge and maybe

I will freeze-frame that
wave again and

beg you
to forgive.


Copyright © 2006 Anna Piutti

Gasp

How could one not crave
the kind of truth that makes
trust skip a beat
and fall
amidst wisteria storms
when the rageful season
swarms
and sneers, shamelessly
infesting the senses?


Copyright © 2006 Anna Piutti

Clarity

Was I thinking so loudly?

A heart absorbs the absurd
on a regular basis.

Primordial fears and poisoned
skies are

stage smoke;

but fragrant whispers from
your skin

are open windows
on relief.

And I see,
and I laugh:

I
know
nothing.


Copyright ©2006 Anna Piutti.


poetry,clarity,knowledge,absurd