Via Somniorum

Viaggio, Gianni de Conno

This, too, was a dream:

the eyeless grasp of limbs

to the beckoning window frame

the alchemy of finding and

grounding the unexplored

our bellies like fluttering moths

our palms drunken with vision

your breath all over my shoulders

my teeth all over your spine

the crossing of

squares of solitude

the dancing of

lanterns on water

the . . . oh, but

i no longer know what to say

without betraying myself

whose poetries are these that

hover above this canyon of light?

i’ll leave my sighs

at the doorstep, my love

i’ll fall in love with you

just one gasp more

i am filled with arrows

not suffering, my love

but refuge

not blood

nor wound

nor scar, my love

but delivery

not . . . must i say more?

whose poetries are these?

let my voice rest inside

the coils of this insolent silence

but know this . . .

i cannot turn away from you

so many anchors leap from your eyes

i seek you inside the as yet unwitnessed

the ink glistens at the tip of the pen

the dream swims at the lip of desire

whose poetries…?

my mouth will never desert this page