Gioco (Game)


I would remain half closed

in one only round bracket,
a belly from a line,
as if I were a small fetus
obscure to the world.

In this way I could save myself
from the hook you throw the first day,
not the second.

But I am still more hungry
of a rare steel caress
than of flesh
and I come to you
for the kiss
bleeding me to death.

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    Andrew J. Sacks says

    Emilia, your poetry is beautiful and moving.

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