Salacia
Aroused from my sleep by a distant peal
a solemn, singular measure
and catch a glimpse through the curtain lace
of the woman I prize and treasure
The moonlight kisses her raven hair
the Piazza Navona deserted and still
and whispered with a kiss to my trembling lips
I love you and always will
Below the Fontana del Nettuno
Silent sentinel on this cloudless night
Beckons the larks to sing before dawn
a melodious air to welcome the light
A trident raised as I caress her breast
on a balcony so far from the sea
A goddess in waiting, my queen for the making
So chaste, so divine, so free
Positano
In the town of Positano, that tiny jewel by the sea
Where the beach is pollinated by eager souls
Seeking that olive hue
We sought out life hidden in the alleyways
And buried in the shopkeeper’s stores
So often hidden from view
We passed on the boutiques and cafes
And fled to the harbour instead
To take pictures by the sea wall
Then climbed an ancient series of steps to the
Via Positanesi D’America
Being very careful not to fall
While the others tanned and oiled themselves
Amidst the tourist crowd
We found a cove opening on the Tyrrhenian Sea
And we swam with others seeking solace
From the heat of the September day
In Positano, that tiny jewel of Italy
Radda In Chianti
I left her softly murmuring
Enfolded in eider down
Safe and warm from the morning chill
And the fog that had crept through the town
In Radda in Chianti I stole through the empty corridors
Of ancient cobbled stone
A childhood game of hid and seek with
Ghostly apparitions, the silent unknown
Then the peal from San Niccolo
An added urgency to my flight
From the weight of falsehoods and pretensions
A life led in darkness not of light
In this commune of medieval towers
I had found a spark to an eternal flame
And as I buried deep in her eider down
Back from the mist and the rain
I whispered to her sleeping ear
Ti voglio bene, again, again and again
Cannoli
You cannoli do so much in this ancient boot
Its history layered in the dust of time
Before your skin shades to a sienna hue
And your blood blends with Chianti wine
The pastabilities are endless
Medieval rolling hills to an emerald sea
You can go a roman all over the place
From the alps to the Isle of Capri
Tiramisu for I’ve fallen
Over and over again for that smile
Ma donna I will miss you
Those eyes of innocence or guile
When Vesuvio rumbles awake
You will find me gone
But closing my eyes to dream again
I’ll see you mio amico, anon
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