Original Poetry by Andrew Lello

SANG VITA

He appeared as the horizon blurred itself out of existence.

Feet light on the wood,
His fingers curled around the porch rail.

Leaning into the unmasking of the stars, he greeted old friends.
He had not spoken for days.
He was hungry
For human
Contact.

Her wheels whispered on the long driveway as she approached the hill

Against the night, the house waited, black.
He met her smiling.

Time’s charm and wit danced hollowly over bone-deep boredom
She watched as she followed him.
Her heart skipped.
His did not
Beat.

Inside, she had suddenly talked herself into a loudly silent room.

A power surge. Darkness.
Her breathing was the only sound she heard.

His voice, was masochistic guilt.
“If I’d known then, things would be different…
I’m so sorry
I miss
You.”

ROOM CLEANIN'


Room cleanin’. Soap cleanin’.
Cleanin’ up my mess
Knocks on your door
Knocks on your soul
Happy and growing
You’d be surprised
Heart stoppin’. Mind pumpin’
Thumping in my throat
Grabs me and kisses me
Says that she misses me
Laughing and loving
Glad to be home.
Mouth workin’. Leg jerkin’
Always “so this is love”
Then we lie on the bed
‘cause she’s a sleepyhead
Whisper us into it
Bedtime for now.