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Tag: italia (page 8 of 9)

low key love though

Tahiti is everything I needed. Even though I had a nervous breakdown about it like 72 hours ago…

Meanwhile, I have fallen madly in love with an Italian luthier. I don’t even have anything to say about it. I mean, I have everything to say about it – but it’s a new shade of sacred to me.

Sacred, in my life, tends to involve secrets. So I probably won’t talk too much about him in these parts. But put short, he builds double basses and sends me Chopin songs. I’m not sure what I could possibly follow that up with… Continue reading

assure allegiance

assure allegiance

when he touched me. i awoke. and my eyes
discovered ways to widen and expand.
it was like i suddenly became more
stretched. i could be. pulled in more
directions. a north south east west
way of expressing how i reach
for him. cut arms. strong thighs. his body
wraps me in limbs and whispers. that i
should never doubt; my only truth.
the one way anyone. broke. through…
i opened. to him. wide arms, spread
legs moving forward in a direction
to be in contact with what i only believed.
and while he whispered, we swore
that nothing would ever split between
us again. he… and i… always. promised.

here i go (again)

Namaste blog tribe

IMG_3955So I’m leaving for Australia via Tahiti in about seven hours. I’m not packed. I woke up in tears. I don’t want to go, but I do want to go.

I have to go. Continue reading

desiderio ansioso

desiderio ansioso

come mi
ricercato
in modi
mai
diventando
il modo in cui
Io finalmente…
desiderato.
volevo
in un altro
Lingua –
era quello che
solo
due di noi
ha parlato.
come mi
ricercato
le sue labbra
il suo gusto
il suo tocco
è come…
volevo
la musica
del nostro
movimento.
segreto
beatitudine.

eager yearning

how i
wanted
in ways
never
becoming
the way that
i finally…
desired.
i wanted
in another
language –
it was what
only
the two of us
spoke.
how i
wanted
his lips
his taste
his touch
his… how i
wanted
the music
of our
movement.
undisclosed
rapture.

esaltazione inalare

esaltazione inalare

ci siamo svegliati.
come il caffè nero;
Vivaldi’s estate.
quattro ore di sonno –
5am. toccare
con un solo sguardo.
promettente. senza parlare;
un bagliore arancione di mattina –
amore a prima vista;
dita aggrovigliate. gambe avvolte.
come abbiamo segreti
scambiati.
ogni
respiro perduto.

inhale elation

we. awakened.
like black coffee;
Vivaldi’s summer.
four hours sleep –
5am. touching.
with one look.
promising. without speaking;
an orange glow of morning –
first sight love;
fingers tangled. legs wrapped.
how we have
secrets. exchanged
with every
lost breath.

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