THE ASHES AND WHATS LEFT OF NIGHT
There is always something peaceful
about the night. Slumber is woven
into its shade (eternally knocking on its door),
And in darkness you find twilight.
Always waning,
Always expanding,
and still the moon gives light
of the dawn to follow.
© Nathalie M. Viorato
UNTITLED
25920 seconds seem like yesterday,
not the trivial things,
like what you said
or what I was wearing that day,
just the feelings after,
hot steam running against cold skin
cheek on hard tile
washing away the bitterness of a wintry chill
with soap and shampoo;
its the insignificant things that get stored away,
and when unearthed later on
at the most inconvenient times
make you ache.
like the burning sensation of tap water
on pale skin
the tart, acidic smell of vomit
inhaled after purging yourself
from the spurning of a vapid man
or the exact moment
when you reminisce on the feeling
of warm lips grazing each other,
fingers interlaced;
hearts beating in unison
wasn’t it just yesterday?
that I was suffocating by your hand
my lungs pleading for air
you tightening the noose
wasn’t it just yesterday?
but tell me
wasn’t it just yesterday
that you loved me?
© Nathalie M. Viorato
The Voices Behind the Curtain
once in a while,we roll tongue against skinand skin against teethand it is not all, showprimitive sounds escaperevealing, a life’s worth ofhidden auroras and clear
To the Other Woman’s Other Woman
she savors the taste of lovenew promises whispering whimsicallyaching for more.moremoreand then somegorging herself on lies.she hasn’t noticed yetthe drifter in his eyesor the smokescreenthat cages his gypsy heart.she hasn’t noticed yetthat she is me.© Nathalie M. Viorato
The Dirt Beneath the Snow
Even if the snow falls.Covering the soft green earthwith its ashen dust,altering the ground.The earth fights back.Always evolving.Never devastating.Even if you come back to meI won’t.I won’t.©Nathalie M. Viorato
The Memory of Rain
the rain is warm now.I can feel itwet, sharplike acid trickling downfrail, unprotected skinsliding into my eyes;every tear cries for you,every tear burns.©Nathalie M. Viorato
The Act of Burning Bridges
You act as though I am easy to forget
But you don’t know how-
You don’t know how to erase me
from your background
How to leave behind a good woman-
and her broken heart.
And you move forward- sharing music,
listening to your bands
talking about nothing
pretending to understand each other-
but at night, when you go to bed with her
Realize
You are all alone.
You are all alone.
© Nathalie M. Viorato
Between Silences
Between silencesthe world comes to an endand there is no commotionno tempest brewing in the seano noticeand people remain peopleas the wind stands stillcrying themselves to sleepbreaking marriagesbeing wedbreathingdancinglaughing…
