Once I was in Love in Italy
We walked five villages.
In Riomaggiore we ate ice cream sweetened
with fruit from a cactus.
In Manarola our bed was
a large yellow rose.
In Corniglia I said come here,
and kiss me like this.
In Vernazza we found a crumbling church
on a sea cliff. We thought of the future
though we would not last
the journey home.
In Monterosso al Mare, you picked a red fruit
from a cactus with yellow flowers.
How sweet.
How tender.
How swollen with seeds.
On the train back to Rome I tweezed prickles
from your lips and tongue.
You plucked the same from mine.
We walked five villages.
In Riomaggiore we ate ice cream sweetened
with fruit from a cactus.
In Manarola our bed was
a large yellow rose.
In Corniglia I said come here,
and kiss me like this.
In Vernazza we found a crumbling church
on a sea cliff. We thought of the future
though we would not last
the journey home.
In Monterosso al Mare, you picked a red fruit
from a cactus with yellow flowers.
How sweet.
How tender.
How swollen with seeds.
On the train back to Rome I tweezed prickles
from your lips and tongue.
You plucked the same from mine.
So hair-like
So soft
So nothing to taste.
How sharp they were,
how impossible to remove, the needles.
1 comment:
i recognized riomaggiore before i saw it was about italy. i'm soooo worldly. (roll your eyes here)
i think i ate pizza in vernazza.
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