The magazine MAQ December 2019 January 2020 | Page 208

HOW I WISH

Would I Kiss your

Honeydew lips

As the moon

Inebriated with love

Enfold the gloomy night.

Would I mantle

Your snowy mountains

As a glittering moon

Embrace the night.

Would I enchant you

With astral emotions

As inflamed stars

Crackle in the obscure sky.

Would I dess you

In silver threads at moon light,

Then I softly

Would spread you

In the infinite of the night

Elisabetta Denti