1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 The cool eye
that turned from the spotlight
the man who kept his heart
on the pitch
and his legacy on the page
lending an ear to instinct
with a clean movement held
only by prayer and the
desire of blood
seeing God in the rhythm of limbs
the graceful curve
the fragile liberation
the sweet contour
and the promise of danger and energy
falling like a secret
from the warm breathing life-form
unravelling the mysteries of its genius
like the sleepy kisses
of tomorrow’s lover
full of hope
with dreams intact.


GG (April 6th 2004)

Source: https://footballpoets.org/poems/luigi-riva/