Pulse

And suddenly I learned how to write With an open heart. The mind Long left behind Was drifting In logic. And with my pen Held tight In the right of my hand I printed Words with pulse. © Nicoletta If this poem had a voice, this is what it would sing…

Willow Tree

Can it be True If I were not me, I would be you? And Two combined Three? Underneath A Willow Tree. … Our eyes would meet Like once before Tumbling times Too long ago. … Where I was You And You were Me Not two, But three Underneath A Willow Tree. © Nicoletta If this…

Swans Kiss

Scorching burning bodies Flare from a single touch. Trembling tips of fingers Sting slippery sweat. Separate entities, intertwine Carve into one. Swans gently stroke, Gleaming feathers of grace. Ripples playfully follow Meeting beaks. Perfect halves kiss Clinking a perfect shape. A gem glorifying love. Flames of energy Burst into the pale sky. Shooting rainbow rays….