Saturday Night

All boats docked 

A guy sitting at the bank of the lake

A raven at the end of the pier

All watch together

Until the stars are all lit

A humid embrace

And a slow kiss goodnight.

Paolo Driussi

The morning after

Not ready to leave the memories,

Not quite ready to let the water slip across my skin

I'll let the silence bewitches me, 

Filled with the whispers of the latest snow

and a kiss that still melts inside of me.

Paolo Driussi