Gabriella Alziari


When the darkness crowds outside,

when the cockerel halts her murmurs,

I cleanse myself to sleep,

warm my frame for dreams.


Rise with droplets falling

down my neck and thighs,

cornered by the skin folds,

dampened by my robe.


Curve myself to speak

the utterance of night,

plump with cups of passion,

peaceful as the moon