ThE Untouched face of Alessandro

The Untouched Face of AlessandroOn that moonlit boat, beneath endless skies,

He stood like a statue carved by gods, so alive.

His skin, kissed by the sun, glowed like bronze,

Tanned olive, warm, a hue of ancient dawns.His back, broad as the horizon stretched wide,

A silent sea of strength, where secrets hide.

Muscles rippling like waves under velvet skin,

Every line a testament to power within.The wind played with his hair, dark as midnight’s crest,

A river of shadows that danced with the breeze, unrest.

I stepped closer, my heart like a drum,

Drawn to him, as if to where I truly belong.A tattoo on his back, inked with care,

“Alessandro,” it whispered, like a prayer.

I kissed the letters, soft as the ocean’s breath,

For in that name, I found life and death.He was a masterpiece, a canvas untold,

A beauty beyond what eyes could behold.

His body spoke in ways words never could,

A mystery wrapped in flesh and blood.Yet I couldn't see his face, the mask of his soul,

A shadowed dawn that kept me whole.

Still, I knew him—through touch, through heart,

In that brief moment, we were never apart.The boat drifted, cradled by the gentle sea,

And in his arms, the world ceased to be.

But why, oh why, couldn't I see?

Why was his face the dream’s cruel key?As dawn approached, the stars began to fade,

He vanished like mist, as night decayed.

For as much as I loved, as much as I dreamed,

He was gone with the morning's gleam

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