*

i burned my tongue on espresso, in the most pleasurable pain

as i watched you slowly rise from the dew and hazy rain

old churchbells sang gently with the early morning sun

that brushed your arms so gracefully in sensual abandon

indeed you had not stirred- you were so barely awake

slowly stretching sleepy limbs in a silent rippled wake

mingled in your curvy streets i taste the sweaty sea

Leaves your breathe upon my cheek in ephemeral beauty.

(written at 4:46am- Venice)