Light fingers devotion
Of a man on a woman’s body
the dress. undressed
All the sensations
Who are in the hand
Invisible as the center of a melody …

Shimmering, noises, pauses

Hands in hands

Thin and unsurpassed
The difference between the sweetness of the woman
And man’s strength.

In no book, no poetry or landscape nor
Conscience or memory

I will never
tell

What were you, in my hands

and  what i can  be  in  yours…

Mia Marta.

Mario