Easter in Italy


Easter in Italy




If you had told me


In a foreign land that


I breathe you in,


A kick inside the ribs


Panging furious and flowing


sweet against moonlight laden brown bricks


turned crimson. In Italy we are


Anchoring ourselves in the moment


With time flowing like water


Through the treads in a motorcycle tire.


Where I am to meet you


Naked against the tightening in my throat


Tasting the weight of your new soul


As I have carried mine all this way.


Only to find your lips withered away in Dubai


And the familiar face admired


Stamped in the desert sands.


Reluctantly I taste this bitter truth


That I’m in love with a ghost.


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