poem one

By Enzo Torre

Every drop of water
Once have known the ocean
I founded particles of the Mediterranean Sea
When I tasted the morning’s mist
Upon your scarlet lips

Sometimes at night
without leaving a trace
like a rudder in your intercoastal waters
I navigate the sacred passages
of your tidal rush of life
listening the subtle voices
of what wants to bloom in you

Than we kiss
Softly as fallen petals
as two drops of the sea lifted away
from a warm passing breeze…