I gaze at you
and find myself drowning
in your words, lips, eyes…
immersed in all that is you.
All your being sways in sweet harmony
with the soft rhythm
of ancient love songs.
Your world is enormous, ever-growing,
ripening,
and sprinkled with fears,
and I long to walk beside you
carrying your crown.
I believe I know
what they call this
breathless, falling.
Since you came,
enchanted spirits dance at my door
and out of my heart
flows a river of anticipation.
Your lonely night screams to mine,
yet before it bursts
it twitches and itches and dances and quivers
until suddenly…
the night is made of fire.
~
For One Shoot Sunday
http://oneshotpoetry.blogspot.com/
Everything I see, every song I hear
reminds me of you.
I drift and sway and fly and swing
dreaming of you 
enchanted by your beauty
your strength
always landing in your arms
and always finding myself
growing closer to you
with each passing hour
as your world becomes familiar
and as I lose myself in your sensual jungle.
My lips trace the path left by my tongue
on your beautiful bronze skin
your fiery flesh
as your dark smoky eyes quietly devour me
and transport me
to exotic, dreamy places.
Beneath this sexy, sultry woman
and behind the striking ram
I discover the child in you
and I crumble in your gentle hands
enraptured by the sweetness
and everything you show me
and everything you say
everything you do blossoms like a flower of love.
At the point that we were most in love
I could have parted an ocean for you
Danced on waves, clenching the setting sun
Gifting it to you with a glimmering kiss
At that point
I remember your solar smile
How it warmed the room, my life
Our laughter, our ease, our love-lit day
Captured incessant pearl-moments
Flying in time
That point when we were most in love
I decorated a table with delights
With carpaccio and flowers
Django and candles
And rosemary-studded lamb
As Bordeaux decanted vintage song
Just at that point
That point when we were most in love
You sat with me, just sat
Resting on my shoulder, in my heart
Our bodies married in sweet silence
Knowing, and still…the brilliant glow.
At that very point
We saw forever
Our sparkling world waited for us
As it inspired us
And we created new love daily
At that point
That point when we were most in love
~
© Giovanni Cucullo
Written 12/16/2008
Love ferments
in metered verse,
a crying candle,
an untouched aria;
hearts pirouetting like
a tempestuous sonnet
macerating in bubbling vats, hot
with carbon dioxide.
I have flown in sky poems,
shackled by a silk scarf –
cloud puffs…frothy delights, whisked
into cappuccino romance – where suddenly
uttering…singing the blues, disrupted
like a feeding lion,
cupid’s dance of delirium, cascaded
down like snow.
I have seen the ocean split
by smirking leviathans, resting
my finger on the moon’s dimple,
and the caress of waves, embracing currents;
I know sunrise…we’ve met, and dusk,
sinking to the ocean floor
like an anchor, leaning bittersweet,
and sometimes I have done
what other men wish they had.
I have heard my words tap dance
in the mouths of others and
I have dreamed and dabbled, phosphorescent love,
the heated canopy of eternal fire,
then kisses, scorched, and resting
on gestures, rising,
through rose-colored fog, remembered
like coffee foam.
I who trembled at the sight, shrunken
like a yellow cowboy, barely
she came to me scented
with sunlight, powdered with ghostly night potions
and star-crossed elixirs; I knew her
before we danced with laughing trees
I have walked many dark miles
to taste the final kiss of a spinning pixie.
I have searched, weeks at a time,
my heart frozen on a tattered sleeve;
always expecting a heated embrace, tremor of fate.
I have come to know
feline figurines, mirror-dancing
erotic, thunder-clap raindances.
I have been granted, gifted
with love supreme
and the foils of circumstance,
but always, armored and naked
self-assured by experience
and an optimistic heart.
© Giovanni Cucullo
sometimes…
my heart feels contaminated, emaciated
embossed, stamped, imprinted
like initials in cement
the permanent damage
from years of pounding
a happy heart
and bruising a soul
my less traveled road, carved and cut
winding and blinding
snaking its way
through swollen earth
my path leaves a sparkling trail
yet marks me
with wonderful war wounds
incendiary bumbo jumbo
life rains mistakes
and thunderous resolutions
virus-infused storms
followed by
antibiotics and embraces
panacea love potion
I know me
I know better
I know me better
my strength allows me to
climb higher, walk further, dive deeper
into myself, into the horizon
exposing myself
exposing sunshine
through pain, palpitations and pressure
through a smog of regrets
blanketed by a bittersweet symphony
my mind recognizes a prince
acknowledges a wounded warrior
respects a man of fortitude
righteous to the core
with a dancing spirit
with arms wide open
giving thanks to the world
~
© Giovanni Cucullo
~
This will be my last post for a short while…I’ll be back in a flash!
Love you all!!
Gio
You are sleeping…
Drifting and flying with angel wings,
We’re naked under soft sheets
Scented with powdery dreams
In a spoon embrace,
I’m gently touching your soft shoulder
My hand searching, barely sliding
Up and down your arm
And my lips
Trail tender kisses on your back
My tongue marking each freckle
As I whisper I Love You…
~
© Giovanni Cucullo 2011
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