La Vita es un Carnaval?
October 24, 2017
We walked the streets
of Florence
in the biting breezes
of a new year
still cutting her teeth
I followed you
through passage
and cobbled histories
along long lingering loyalties
bridging
between
boyfriend
and
friend
both twice removed
We
danced
until dawn
stretched through
the piazza
with a yawn
of light
Stumbling into
your one room
your one bed
your one question
Could I
keep
it
this scorching darkness
between us
just us
My answer
strong and spirited
like the Caffè corretto
slowly sipped
the morning after
1 comments
This image struck me:
ReplyDelete"in the biting breezes
of a new year
still cutting her teeth"
Thank you. xoA