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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