The Poetry of Maria
            Massarella


            


            Cipria

            

            
Let gentle sun's rays spread morning

            gold upon skin, that i may waken

            in warmth, to languid rose-scents



            lace me in pastel chiffon, soft

            transparencies with a touch of retro

            that i may swirl radiance into eyes



            sprinkle promises of primrose-stars

            to fingertips, wind-kiss my hair and

            i will wed you, Life, on this summer day



            when the seeds of treasured moments

            stretch to reach heart's infinite fields,

            where the vicinity of whisper to lips

            
sedates silent aches and, in praise in

            unconfined adoration, inhaling your

            beauty immeasurable with compelling

            
passion, quivers and heart-flutters i

            promise to forever love you fragile,

            divine, gossamer breath of gods.



            authors note:

            this poem was written in hospital,

            on my first meeting with my oncologist

            when my radiation therapies were over.

            
 

            
poesia d'amore

            
Tonight

            my chalice is empty.

            Withered

            the ruby petals

            silent fall from this rose



            Yet, your fingers

            need not trace kisses

            nor pencil reddenings

            to lips aflame with desire

            when moist my tongue

            still savours liquid fire

            in ambrosias of longago



            Your hands

            need not spread oils

            perfumes nor feather

            silken caresses to skin

            when the fragrance

            of forevers linger

            pervade the now



            Tonight love

            I have come robed

            in Time's dress

            to be light in your eyes

            adorned in memories

            to love you.

            
… One would wonder if
            there be voice enough in a poem to reveal traits of me, that
            word by spoken word, whisper by luring whisper, the portrait
            is breathed to life and you would know me unveiled woman …
            for donna, I am … and though geographically it is in Italy
            I reside, my soul inhabits the any where and the every where
            of the universe. What difference would it make to know where
            travels have taken me, where embrace has held me captive, or
            how adventurous the spirit that liberates my wings when the spaces
            in which I dwell are are simply infinite … lovelight&peace
            m.a