Controcanto

Mi metti fiori nelle orecchie
con quei sussurri morbidi
dipani gomitoli di cose
io palpo la tua pelle amata
la voce mi si fa alito
m'abbandono con la tua spiga
tra le mani.

 

                                                                                                              Sto bene qui da solo
                                                                                                                   col mio sgomento
                                                                                                          aspettar cose, qualcuno
                                                                                                              come tutti o nessuno
                                                                                                               ed esser come sono
                                                                                                                             mi consola