Dreaming one love
To Ingrid

 I dreamt an adolescent memory tonight
 of child spring amidst flowers.
 Return with nimble feet, early alight
 begemmed under green bowers

 wrapping ourselves together within still
 gleaming a fleeting flash into your eyes
 fixed straight into mine, willing fulfill
 alien bewitchments' ties

 flowing through tight embraces
 our souls are rapt in unexplored flood
 of endless kisses and flavours of your graces
 languor devoures blood.

 Dying fast in the sound of slow old songs
 all the sadness within forgetful tears
 whole whishes are burnt and shut along ....
 But to estinguish this fire it took me years

 with panting pulses, dreaming your clean scent
 would like suffer once more such a torment.

Lino Bertuzzi
Copyright ©2002 Lino Prospero Bertuzzi