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Contributor Series 6: A Currency of Words, You Call Me “Caro Mio”

10.05.10 Posted in Contributor Series 6, words to linger on by

Contributor Series 6: A Currency of Words
You Call Me “Caro Mio”

By Salvatore Buttaci

Under the sheets of passion you call me caro mio,
But once love melts into final throbs and last breaths,
Your eyes glazed like impromptu tabloid snapshots,
You turn your naked back to me, say how the night
Is finally here after a hectic day of scheduled madness.
I hear from my side of this nocturnal territory, your voice
Fuzzy as wool in dreamscapes, words in a tunnel,
Something uttered just before the runner leaps into dream.
Too soon your gentle snoring playfully pokes the walls
And I lie here, arms behind my head, staring upward
At heaven from where we have just returned, and think
To myself those charged words you called me:
I run them through my mind like a prayer: caro mio,
Dear one, dear one. And then your hand touches my face,
I feel alive again. Connected this way, I surrender
To the tug of sleep’s hands; your words, sleep’s voice.

What the Moon Knows (April 2010) was the most recent poem by Salvatore Buttaci to appear at vox poetica.

5 Responses to “Contributor Series 6: A Currency of Words, You Call Me “Caro Mio””

  1. mildred speidel says:

    I love this poem! It shows the muti facets of a relationhip. Very well written and when I want to read something many times, it’s a winner in my book! Congratulations to the writer.

  2. My Dear Sal, I knew you would love Vox Poetica. I have seen two of your poems rest here. Once again I am honored to write beside you. This poem shows the depth of your poetry.

  3. Stan says:

    Thoughtful and poignant, a poem to be savored. Thanks.

  4. Finasteride.


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