More Skin to Taste

By Emilia Filocamo Last updated Jan 2, 2022

I will have more skin to taste,
but under the nails remains your winter,
the stale rusty flesh standing
in my mind like a white simulacrum
of passion never solved.

I would make a cross with my bones
to let you pray a desire
and then I would decide
if to pardon you with the only one word still virgin.

Poetic Prose

Emilia Filocamo

I was born on the 13 of February 1977 in Pompei, not far from Napoli but I live in Ravello, amazing town on the Amalfi Coast, since I was a child. I graduated at University of Salerno in Lettere Classiche and I studied also violin. Writing is my first passion. In 2009 I published a fantasy novel set in Italy as an ebook in USA, but I write poems too.
Currently I am planning to do some public readings of my poems in NYC thanks to the famous poet Ron Whitehead.

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1 Comment

Steve Howard says 4 years ago
Life and love goes on. Yet there is always that ONE. Clinging unresolved memories of the honey and the sting. Well done
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