Poetry for a friend
Dedicated to Patrizia,
The woman who makes things happen.
A magnificent prey was me,
I stretched my bare legs
and I took you on me
and let me lead.
I didn't run,
I turned around and looked at you,
a magnificent prey was I
And I smiled at you.
I left the woods.
and swords and hunting spears,
I called you hiding a little but only a little,
Great prey was me.
I wasn't afraid.
neither thoughts, nor questions,
I saw your network
and I pretended to escape.
You got me and I let you do it.
the emotion of being prey
the void in the mind
the lightness within me.
Magnificent prey was I
lying on your carpet,
I saw the wrinkles of your eyes
the wisdom of your gaze.
New creation without past
I enjoyed being prey
of power, of the domain of wisdom
of the conqueror.
You will love me,
of my absent gaze while I heal
while I destroy and rebuild
You will love me,
while I live again.
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