Gabriella Alziari


You touch me.


Waves of shivers

shock my body,

chill my spine,

permeate my core.


You are the tourniquet

to my quaking past.


Membranes intertwine,

tangled masses of marked



I am grown replenished

by your pulsing frost.


Trickled wetness cools me,

tender with emotion,

varnishing my depths

like cups of bleeding paint.


Your presence leaves my body,

a loss like peeled glue,

pulled from crooked curves

to rest my tilted



Share with me your words,

and I will give to you

every tear,

every tremble,

every piece of love

I have left.