And then make love.

Life is poetry and our jewels are life and poetry, they slip into the folds of the verses between the caresses of words, into emotions caused by a long necklace on naked skin, in the entanglement of a hand in the hair and a large earrings, light and with soft shapes that won’t leave you anymore. Our rings mark the hands that embrace, squeeze and join warm, the fingers that brush, give colors and holds to hang kisses. Dress your smooth skin only with jewels … Soft necklaces, luminous earrings, large rings and round bangles …

“And then make love.
No sex, just love.
And by this I mean
slow kisses on the mouth, on the neck,
on the belly, on the back,
bites on the lips,
intertwined hands,
and eyes inside eyes
I mean, hugs so tight
to become one thing,
bodies stuck and souls in collision,
caresses on the scratches
clothes off, together with fears,
kisses on our weaknesses,
on the signs of a life
which, until then
had been a little wrong.
I mean, fingers on the bodies,
creating constellations,
smelling scents,
hearts beating together,
breaths traveling
at the same pace.
And then smiles,
true, after some time
they hadn’t been anymore
There,
make love and don’t feel ashamed,
because love is art,
and you’re the masterpieces.”

Alda Merini