It was winter.
I had lunch with my dog at the lake town,
On the shopping street full of movement –
Where people were sort of “homeless”.
I was going to scatter you over
The sheets of my silk agenda,
To love through arrangements of letters,
To lose hands in the rhythm of memories
of your eyes
When you close them
To depart in pleasure
That makes you scream.
Painting “Intercession”, 21×29, soft pastel, charcoal, Sara Maino 2022