Gabriella Alziari


Reading many books

is like having many lovers.

One feeds your excitement,

another, your tenderness

One digs within the throws of your heart

and tugs out a thorn.

Each opening

promises an enlightenment,

each touch

implies the perfect ending

As reality crawls, lynx-like to the corner

and curls up to rest.


You drink every word

like a kiss, like a tonic,

timid at first, unfolding

as they melt,

sweeter than molasses

spilling over the spine