Water-carrier

Overcasted you’re more beautiful
but don’t you cry on me
don’t discover knives where they ain’t

we are well and we have each other
what more can we ask of ?

we own the clothes we are wearing
and the stove keeps our nest warm

in the yard the lemon-tree takes our breath away
and the kitten cleans itself with its belly satisfied

I’ll paint the walls sky-blue
and you’ll draw ships, mermaids and dolphins
clouds and sea-gulls for good fortune

on Sundays we’ll be having fun
we’ll be riding the tram in each other’s arms
and go down to the beach
we’ll be building sand-castles
and envy cruises on the yachts made fast at the marina

we’ll be kissing at the ancient market
and beg the guards to let us in Acropolis fare-free

and when I’ll be gathering enough tips
we’ll be watching love stories at the movies
we’ll be going to the tavern
and order fried chips and honey-wine

and then, half dizzy-half sober
we’ll be knocking on the door of divine

don’t you be sorry on me pumpkin
for only bliss deserves to shed a tear.

The only thing I wanna say
is I love you
my eyes to tell the rest
my hands to describe it
my lips to conduct it

my phobic heart to rest on your belly
and watch you looking at me

to embrace in infant pose
and make each-other ours

to turn your head
and bite my ear

your hair to smell like Spring
your juices to taste like wine

to cry in mellow tears.

When angels hurt day or night
a scar is drawn on the moonlight

a crack that leads into my heart
a vespered grief about to start

a spreading wrinkle around the world
for hope to seize and plans to hold

when angels cry beneath the sky
no body dares to ask them why

except for me who knows you’re there
and I am stuck upon the earth

to count the days of missing you
the sharpest blade to push right through

when angels sleep after the rain
I close my eyes to dream in vain

your golden hair your cherry lips
your smile that alive me keeps

into the picture we took together
and pledged our love will live forever.

Since my childhood I have a peculiar timidness about stupid things
like once I went to the movies and had on me exactly the money for the box office.

Lacking the quarter for the programmie I was heading to the theater
certain I would finally stay out, only looking at the posted pictures
of Montgomery Wood.

It was a sweet Autumn evening and walking along a dim lighted street
I heard the metal noise of a falling coin.

The guy who dropped it, took a quick look around
searched his pockets mechanically
and carried on his way.

My grace stalled the pace, took the necessary time
approached the spot wearing my cat eyes
and discovered the needed twenty five.

If this year occurs a similar conspiracy,
I wish you punched me and I overflow love.