AN OPEN WINDOW IN DECEMBER

A window was open even though it was December

There were two or three of people there
But I still only saw you
As I sat in silence
Tears rushed to my eyes and rolled down my cheeks
In my mind I threw my arms around you
And cried on your shoulder
At that moment I found what I needed
And since then I have never been the same.

Paolo Driussi

 KISSING IN THE DARK

You kiss my lips

But you're only kissing yourself

You, my love, are my hidden 

Secret soul.

Paolo Driussi

 

HOME

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A pot of milk slowly warming on the stove

Soft music by Sinatra from the radio

My warm cup of cocoa and fresh baked cookies

I treat myself lovingly in the solace of tranquility

Wrapped in my warm quilt blankets

 

Paolo Driussi.

 IN THE BADLY LIT BAR

In the badly lit bar

There’s a young man,

His back to the jukebox

Swaying to the sounds

Of the Rolling Stones

“The play is run, my love

Your time has come, my love”

He sings along

With great passion

As pool cues strike

Billiard balls

And beer gushes

Into chilled glasses

As the song ends

He walks back

To his seat alone.

In the badly lit bar.

Paolo Driussi.

 SMILE

Smile

Keep grinning

Despite feeling

Less than a fraction of joy.

Smile

Keep searching, intently,

For some sort of distraction.

Crawl into bed.

Stare at the ceiling and then.

Finally be consumed

By the dissatisfaction of

Feeling nothing.

Paolo Driussi

 SILENT IS THE RAIN

The moon rises over the horizon

The night is setting its long shadow

We close our eyes to bathe in its essence.

Paolo Driussi

RAIN 

You asked if id dance in the rain with you

I did.

I took a video 

Because my selfish heart 

Couldn’t let this moment

Be seen by just my eyes.

The rain let up.

We found the road.

I held your arm as I looked at the sky.

It was a grey black that was so surreal,

If not for the cold drops falling on my face.

Paolo Driussi