Maybe-o'-the Leaves

In a regularity from flowers
your face has been blown under a skin
-is it mine ?-
flowing and restless Clori
– scarletminded echoes –
of savanas ruining
the wordly voice of
keep-quite- please!
announce the lightning melodious void
of your existence for me
-naughty forbidden Filli!-
and allmighty thrilling
maybe-oh-the leaves
of the neverending Daphne…

Mara Paltrinieri