those who about love

on the palm of our hands taking our indolence for a walk
behind the curtain of the evening
and then shouting it out into the wind like a blizzard

carrying in our pockets one another anxiety and fears
keeping them hidden
and then suddenly
throwing them out on the cold road and watching them jumping, dancing
and running away, far away

caressing each other a little
with a slap that looks like us both,
breathing in each other warm perfume through the hair
and on awekaning scratching the air where the other softly posed peaceful dreams

with fragments of space and time
and a thousand of other little details
we whisper love and passion
just like so, shamelessly, not being noticed
between a breath and a heartbeat that
will leave no trace and will not be missed by those who
about love
do not
know
Marco Bo
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