Penny, a poem by Massimiliano (Max) Bianchi at Spillwords.com
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Penny

written by: Massimiliano (Max) Bianchi

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I touch your hair
Flames of the dragon
Blown on your body
Peeling the pain
Out of my skin

The hotel looks
Like a castle
“My throat is tingling…
…I close my eyes and wait”

Emerald blood
Two circling dragons
Drinking
From each other

I don’t know your name
I call you Penny

Boston is worth a Penny

Let’s meet
At Yvonne’s
Again
Whilst the world
In stand-by
Is so drain

Negroni in the glasses
Oysters on the table
You lose the earring
I drop the shell
Laughter
The soul sinks
Dispersed in your smile

And I am surprised
To write of love
I thought it was dried out
Like mud in my wounds

I don’t know your name
I call you Penny

Boston is worth a Penny

Join me here
This dirty old town
Is the temple
We can create together
Ignoring
Merchants and Gods

Paradise and hell
Now melted
Riverrun
As sacred water
For our roots

Be the flowers in my tears
Be the life in my life
At least for a while
Just offer me the time
To know your name

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