Cavalo Nero, Page 16

our love was antediluvian
you come from the asperity I touched
as it was raw lava
now I have an animadversion
for volcanoes in general

your laughs were elbowing their way
to my inner symphonies
your erogenous syllables
were the clothesline
for my helpless euphoria

now this decrepit silence
requires such a muddy desert
and I sorely howl
for this tragic fate
inevitable from the beginning

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