Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Italia

When in all my lives,
did I love you last
and best of all?
For desire springs
tears to fall
and warmth to rend
the pieces of my heart
I left with you in
my last breath.

I cannot touch you again
in this light
or I would lose all reason
to our previous love,
all consuming,
and -
home.

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