a star shaped bag
from bar to bar
we waltzed
along the tram lines
i bit your lip
it bleeds
the envelope arrived
bringing news from
those etrurian places
of comfort
the shirt barely hides
your happiness to see me
on the court bench
she sat
with the map of the past
now, useless
my nails rip your flesh
scratches on your back
one cobbled street
becomes too many
under the archway
a shadow
your mouth is white
from yesterday’s delight
five flights of stairs
an immaculate set of towels
from the balcony, we gazed
the silver river
now, it’s my turn
my back is sticky
from you
and wild, so wild
those things
the window is opened
i’m cold
the kettle whistles
breakfast time
my hand on your thigh
don’t do it, you said
the morning paper
unsettles me
must go, to the park
and back
in the dark
playing cowboys and indians
by the water we hid
until it’s quiet
the next day,
the red stain is missing
it never happened
yet, it did
