Modern Love Xlvi (Masses Of Time Square) Poem by Liberatore Suffoletta

Among the hard masses of Times Square,
to the secret, white room of yours,
so gentle and quiet – we both
were walking, in silence half-lost,
sweeter than all songs, sung ever.
In a dream, becoming truth.
Entwined arms, eyes nodding in favor,
The light ring of your earrings...

And often at breaking,
The ghosts of first days return,
The red hibiscus stretching,
The beauty of her fragile petals.
The green parrots beginning to sing
a song of light and pleasure
to us,
Who fear to learn, from the earth,
Who are so lofty, bitter and intense,
about days when we filled up our senses
and were saved together.