| Written by Fr. Pier Giorio di Cicco,
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My heart is a fearful attic.
The sun has set; let me feel your kiss
between heartbeats,
in that engine I have so poorly treated
with stupid scares
and frights.
Manage me like you do sunset and those
I have strengthened; without me,
let them find sunrise,
but for now, scatter the pigeons, tear the old curtains
down, scatter the dust in me;
whiten in the black light of
my faith as pathetic a thing as loneliness.
Take the lump in my throat and
make it a fireball,
a meteor to run with train whistles
and the simple
breeze in willows.
Above all, love me,
the way I seek to be presented to you,
like a gem, your child.
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Fr. Pier Giorio Di Cicco |
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| Fr. Pier Giorgio DiCicco, a priest of the Archdiocese of Toronto, has authored 17 books of poetry. He was born in Italy, raised in Montreal, Boston and Toronto and has taught at the University of Toronto. He is currently Poet Laureate of the City of Toronto. His poetry is published by The Mansfield Press
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