Dedicated to all the women who

have let the fire of love enter their hearts

to warm them and not to burn them. E.R.F.

 

If you want to know why,

among so many gazes I chose yours, 

don’t ask me, ask my eyes, which are never tired 

of losing themselves in yours. 

Ask my hands, which hover over you,

spreading wings of a rapacious love,

that gently tears the clothes draped 

over your body to see you emerge 

splendid from the dream, 

a diaphanous goddess from the water arising 

bathing in the sun. 

Ask it to my lips, which enlights yours 

with the golden red that sunsets give the sea, 

to my mouth, which rests lightly on your face 

and kisses and bites your open one 

to quench its thirst in the rushing, 

warm torrents of your kisses.

Ask it again to my fingers, as they caress 

and squeeze yours, to my chest that, 

resting and pressed against yours, 

unites our two sighs in a single breath, 

to your generous breasts, 

in which I let my face sink into them, 

submerged, biting and kissing them, 

to be reborn in you again and drink

at your sublime sources of sweet nectar, 

precious nourishment of Life. 

Chasing you, wherever you are, is more than my destiny, 

to hold your body and soul together, 

in one only strong embrace, 

to hold you tightly to me, a prisoner with no escape, 

and then to let you go, free to run away 

in all your unexpected and sudden run, 

and then again to chase you and catch up with you

in every rebellious race.

To grasp the whirlwind of your long, loose hair 

flowing fluidly in the wind, to let you fall where the waves curl, 

forcing you to surrender, and between the sand and the sea, 

to light within you the fire that burns and does no hurt, 

but launches the senses beyond the horizon, 

surpassing all known spaces and times. 

To slide along the dizzying slopes of your open legs, 

to lose myself in your moonlit face 

and the triumph of your breasts, 

touching your cheeks, your soft and bold domes, 

to dive into the perfect architecture 

of the trapezoid at the center of your woman’s body,

which designs and welcomes the home of new life.

Everything about you attracts me 

and everything I want to discover : 

plains, mountains, and valleys of your flourishing land, 

an entire continent to travel and explore endlessly 

in the secret temples where the primordial essence lies, 

and then, from your expansive plains, 

to descend into your abysses through the passages 

where all the moods of life flow. 

Love happens, and we don’t know how it ignites, 

but we know when, by its power, 

this happens, like fire, enclosed in deep rock, 

finding an outlet without warning in the open air, 

burning the life around it 

but at the same time renewing it.

True love knows no fear and does not hide 

behind curtains of false and hypocritical modesty;

 it has the courage to show itself in full light and face. 

Love envelops us in its immense warmth. 

Love bursts in forcefully, desires, becomes, grows,

overflows and breaks down banks and barriers, 

like a raging river in flood, like a hurricane 

that cannot be stopped, sweeping away every other dull 

and idle feeling and everything 

that is not strong, rich and true. 

Like the imagination, Love is boundless, unruly and rebellious, 

visionary through admirable creative madness, 

it pervades the senses, accentuates them, 

increases them and makes them perfect. 

Love is certainty and it is the fear 

that certainty will then vanish, 

and if it is all these things, Love is also unique and loyal; 

when it is so much, it needs nothing more 

than an infinite time to give.

Love that doesn’t hesitate and chooses its path 

and doesn’t falter, that indomitable loves even when defeated, 

but not conquered. 

True love doesn’t deceive, doesn’t tire, and doesn’t give up. 

Love that subsides and isn’t always reborn 

is not true love but a flash in the pan that quickly dies out, 

leaving only ashes, no more warmth, 

and a heart lost in an arid desert made of empty cold. 

Love is that which suffocates you with kisses, 

that surprises you at every moment, 

and when at night sleep descends on your mind 

pervading all of you, while the shadows of fears 

and anxieties awaken, vainly hidden 

by the light during the day, 

Love lies at your side 

and wraps its wings tightly around you 

to ensure that your dreams are only happy and light. 

It covers you and hides you, embraces you, 

fills you and reassures you, and when you awaken, 

Love is a golden dawn and a volcano fire.

Love is when wherever you walk, 

becomes paradise. 

It’s the fabric that envelops 

the warmth of your body, 

that comes to life when you touch it as if it were 

your own diaphanous skin,

and spreads your feminine essence 

and all the fragrance 

of your sweet perfume. 

Love is in your swift, womanly steps, 

in every smile, and in the fluid rhythm 

of the waves of your hips, which I follow 

and feel vibrate in my hands. 

Love is when every part of my body trembles 

at the mere thought of touching yours. 

It’s when you hold my hand, 

while you look at me 

and brush your hair from your face. 

Love is when it captures us in the vortex 

of a mystical cloud of oblivion 

that wraps itself around us 

excluding everything else.

I don’t know how much love

you’ve truly known before, 

but love isn’t a part of a little or a lot, 

it must be everything or it’s nothing, 

and whatever its destiny in you, despite everything, 

you must be certain that this sincere love of mine 

has truly loved you immensely. 

True words, even if unheard, are acts of love, 

and when they are spoken,

they cannot be denied; they are caresses and kisses, 

slaps and desires, they are screams 

and moans and whispers, 

lips parted for intense thoughts that want to be heard, 

they are blows of Love, breasts throbbing 

with excited breath, hands that clasp yours 

and captivate hearts and souls,

minds and bodies, that plunge

into the vortices of all their abysses.

They are sweat, moisture, thighs that encircle 

and hold you prisoner with no escape. 

Words are not just sounds or signs, they are the gaze 

of the soul and the heart, imperfect, 

yet powerful messengers of the senses. 

If they are sincere, they can achieve

acts truer than real gestures; they can touch, caress,

convince or dissuade, hurt and sometimes kill. 

They are the tumultuous lips that consume with kisses, 

causing storms and tides of vital fluids. 

And words know as the body knows, even fucking, 

becoming pure energy,

that overcomes the abysses of distance 

and ignites another fire with passion even far away.

Love is what your thought alone awakens in me, 

that draws from the impulse of Life 

and cannot be stopped, 

drags inexorably like a vortex of waves, 

and within me and over 

it envelops and submerges me. 

I want to be yours, fill you with me, 

I want you to devour me. 

But perhaps by now you have passed out

the unrepeatable collision of destinies. 

You are a feisty woman, free and proud, 

and I am a true man, 

but a prisoner in your trap of love.

But you are not just a woman, you are a battlefield, 

and you present yourself in arms to the challenge of Love, 

planting your indigo banners on the battles you have won, 

even though you know that winning all the battles 

does not mean winning a war at all.

My entire being could now give you an answer: 

we are fragments of Cosmos

 – stars, planets, comets, or wandering meteors – 

caught in the waves of mysterious attractions,

for different and unknown destinies,

and when the impact of souls finally occurs,

it changes the entire Universe forever.

 

This is the only primordial, mystical, and true Love, 

and this is the Love so powerful and bold, 

that wants you to be forever certain 

that in your heart and soul you are still,

at the same time, 

immensely free and immensely mine.

You are the visible form of all that exists, 

You are the beach and the waves of the sea, 

You are the air and the wind 

and you are the emerged lands, 

You are the forests and the lakes, 

You are the warm and humid caves 

and the expanses of grass, 

You are the source of the river, 

You are Love, You are stardust 

and You are the Moon.