Your hair dried last.
When we were already far from the sea,
when words and salt, which mixed on us,
separated from each other
with a sigh,
and your body no longer showed
signs of terrible antecedents.
In vain we forgot a few things on the beach,
as a pretext to return.
We did not return.
And these days I remember the days
on which your name was fixed like a name on a ship.
And how we saw, through two open doors,
a man thinking, and how we looked
at the clouds with the ancient look
we inherited from our fathers
waiting for rain,
and how at night, when the world had cooled,
your body held on to its heat a long time
like a sea.
Leonard Durso 
That’s incredible. Really liked this one.
I’m glad you liked it.
This is so beautiful. He is one of my favorites now.
There’s his collected work available called A Life of Poetry 1948-1994, plus another edition called Love Poems. Probably sometime more recent, too, but those are the ones I have and know of.
Thank you Leonard, I will see if I can find him on Amazon. Peace!
Good luck in your search and I was glad to be able to suggest titles.