ELISABETTA BAGLI

ELISABETTA BAGLI

Synapsis

The intimate connection

Of the membranes

Runs along bridges,

Exciting neurons

That are similar, free,

Playing with the urges

That burn

Like the stars that melt

When they disperse force,

As does the summer sun

On our intertwined bodies.

Light

The soul sentences

Renewing tremors

When gravity

Dispels the memory

Of the skin.

Indignant bells

Count the hours,

While the light becomes thicker

And, quickly, the ascent

To the fate of men begins.

Whining Fantasia

Tormented loneliness

Of an impotent heart

Waiting for the sky

To blaze again.

I have flown free

Between whispers and tears,

My imagination now whines

Over consumed words

As flesh sacrificed

To the axe

After the day of love.

ELISABETTA

BAGLI