Ten Poems by Patrizia Cavalli

Very simple love that believes in words,

since I cannot do what I want to do,

can neither hug nor kiss you,

my pleasure lies in my words and when I can I speak to you of love.

So, sitting with a drink in front of me,

the place filled with people,

if your forehead quickly creases in the heat of the moment

I speak too loudly and you never say don’t be so loud,

let them think whatever they want

I draw closer melting with languor

and your eyes are so sweetly veiled

I don’t reach for you, no, not even the softest touch

but in your body I feel I am swimming,

and the couch in the bar’s lounge

when we get up looks like

an unmade bed.